Stupid Haircuts Novels & Stories

You'd think being ten minutes late was some kind of world-ending crisis. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yelled back, rolling my eyes as I put the finishing touches on my pixie cut with a single purple streak in the front. Short black hair wasn't just a style; it was a statement, and you couldn't just walk out looking like a mess.

“I know a guy.” “Are you sure about this?” the stylist, a guy named Marco with purple hair and super sharp eyeliner, asked for the third time. “Once I cut it, it’s gone.” I looked at myself in the mirror. At my long, boring hair that I’d been hiding behind for years. “I’m sure,” I said. Marc smiled. “Okay. Let’s do this.” I watched in the mirror as he gathered a section of my hair and sliced through it with scissors that looked like they cost more than my rent. The long strands fell to the floor, and I felt my stomach fall along with it.

Megumi replied back with a thinking emoji. Why you do have to be so cute no matter what you do? It's annoying. I comb my medium and bleached hair as I stare intently at the pair of scissors in front of me and black shampoo. I sighed in frustration as I went to bed, "I won't let a text message from Megumi decide the fate of my beloved hair." Yet just as Iay back down, I stood up just as quickly and waked my younger sister up holding a pair of scissors and said, "Hey, can you cut... my hair?"

“I had wanted to do this for the longest time, you have beautiful hair don't get me wrong but it's just needs a trim, actually how about shaving it all off little one. Its okay if you don’t want to but between you and me I’ve seen a trolls nest that’s prettier than your head right now. I glared at him and he held up his hands in silent defeat. He was right my hair was a mess. Not only that I have tried and tried over a dozen times while I was in the shower to wash away the dirt and grime that was in it, even the shampoo didn’t lather up, the dirt was too much. I failed miserably. So with a reluctant nod I accepted his offer, after all it was hair and it would grow back. There were patches fu

I went on rambling and was surprised when he bursted our laughing "What's funny?" I frowned and watched as he struggled to swallow back the remaining laugh "You should see your face babe" he smiled "Of course I would still love you with a shaved head but that's not what I'm asking you to do. I'm only saying that you should probably cut it shorter than usual because you have to do something that you won't usually do so even if you bump into anyone you know, they'll doubt it's really you because there's no way in hell that the former you they know would cut and dye her hair. You get where I'm going with this?"

Justine told me how he wanted it but assured me he’d be okay with whatever he got as long as it wasn’t falling in his eyes anymore. When the time came to make the first cut, I hesitated, suddenly unsure of myself again. I knew it was such a small thing, but I’d suffered from bad haircuts in the past, and I don’t want Justine to hate what he sees whenever he looked in the mirror. Even knowing that it wouldn’t bother him doesn’t make me feel better; I could worry about it enough for the both of us. Finally, I made the first snip, and a lock of Justine’s shaggy light brown hair fell to the bottom of the tub. When I saw that I haven’t screwed up his hair yet, I let out a sigh of relief.

I was so fucking stupid! After a few hours of scrolling, the sun had come up and my eyes burned from the lack of sleep. With a tired sigh, I came down from the bed and walked into the bathroom. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” I muttered to my disheveled reflection. Then as I’d intended since I woke up, I grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and cut my waist length hair. I never left it long. It was already straight and limp, why let it become a nuisance?

the look on her face told it all, Stacy was in trouble, Kelly had scanned Stacy over and shook her head. "Well guess you don't know how to take care of your hair now do you? It looks like a rats nest." Kelly said, her voice full of disgust. Stacy sighed as Kelly made her sit on the chair again "Well we will fix this so it's not a problem anymore." Kelly said laughing and went to go get scissors in the bathroom. She grabbed Stacy's head and started cutting off all her perfectly red and curly hair all the way to the bottom of her neck, it was very short there was very little hair left it made her look even more like a boy. Kelly just laughed and slapped the back of Stacy's shoulder "There you

Going toward the drawers I grab the scissors and start cutting my hair "You think your so fucking special huh" I cry out as I take another strand and cut it off "Well news flash you're not, you're really not you're just sick" I take another strand and cut it off "You're broken" I cut off another strand "You're unlovable" I cut off another strand "You're pathetic" I cut off another strand "And most importantly you're useless ... you're not -you're j-just your- oh my god" I drop the scissors and just sob drop onto floor. Crying I start picking up all the pieces of my hair