Stupid Haircuts Novels & Stories

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

I thought it was time for me to fix myself and face reality. The haircut and relaxation of our hair took a few hours. Sera was surprised at my decision to cut my hair too short. She didn’t expect that I would reach that point of haircut. I think the pixie cut is an unusual decision because it looks like a man. But when I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I didn't look like a man. I just look braver and wiser than before. It's just an appearance but I still won't lose the idea that people have deceived me.

How dare he call me turd? He grinned at me, and I raised a brow. Then staring at each other for a while, we burst out laughing. "You're so stupid," he said, laughing at my face. "Look at your hair! Hahahaha!" he laughed. That's when I remembered that I did cut my hair. "Now I'm stupid?" I said. "You were the one who got pale when I threatened to take your eye out!" "What kind of kid will be able to stomach that?" he said and stopped laughing. "And you! How can you stomach taking an eye out of another's socket?"

Rain started to pour, drenching me as my eyes filled up with tears of pain, mixing with my tears as they fell to the ground. "Let's make her bald," Stacy declared with seething hatred, snapping her fingers with something metallic. "We'll start by taking away her hair first. Then, bit by bit, we'll strip her of everything to make this slut more appealing to the boys in the pack. Alpha Marcus would love to fuck a bald slut, I'm sure. He's fucked a dog like her. What difference does it make if the bitch has any hair or not.” The sound of the scissors snapping echoed in the air, and I watched helplessly as chunks of my long, thick hair fell to the ground.

He didn't even like the big hair. Those hairs falling over his forehead, obstructing his vision, were annoying him more and more. Maybe this was the reason for him to get up, annoyed and snorting, turn on the light and go to the bathroom to get the shaver and shave between the big hairs. Surely there would be some kind of regret afterwards, however he was not well, so it would not be such a strong regret. His hair was once a strong point of his confidence and today it was not enough of a stupid reason to make him feel bad about himself.

Heath said quietly. Jubilee blinked. “You were? I don’t remember that.” “No, you wouldn’t. You were very, very drunk.” Red brightened her cheeks. “Oh God, don’t tell me what I did. Was it really stupid? Did I maul you?” “Not exactly.” He hesitated, wondering if he was making a mistake in telling her this. “You actually cut your hair.” She pulled away to stare at him. “What? Wait, is that why I had that missing piece of hair? I never knew how that had happened!”

A few strands floated to the ground. “There. Freedom. You’ll live. Apply some cow dung, it’ll grow back thicker,” he added with a grin as he turned away. I sat there, stunned. That silly billionaire had just chopped my hair and insulted me in the same breath. Also, those weren’t even real strands, they were clip-ins! My fake stuck plan failed and I lost good money on those. Ugh. But I wasn’t giving up. Pierce Carter was going down, even if I had to stage a full-on poltergeist haunting.

It was around 2 in the morning when I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, scissors in hand and a few strands of hair on my feet, there was no turning back. "What are you trying to do? You're going to get hurt." - When Emma came in I don't know, but she held the scissors and took them out of my hand. "I thought: if my life has changed, my personality has to change too." "And you think cutting your hair will do that? Your personality will change?" - And isn't it obvious? "Of course, all my problems are in my hair, and if I cut my hair, my problems will disappear, or at least they will pretend to disappear."

He looked at his reflection as she pinned his hair and got out a shaver, changing the guard and plugging it, then hearing the horrifying buzzing sound. He scooped his phone out of his pocket, nervously typing out a text. She pulled out the shaver, i swear i'll end up bald. why are you texting me, i'm literally on the other side of the room. So what, you want me to yell out to you?? good point So what's the problem? can't you hear it? she's shaving my head!! That's the point of an undercut you dumbass baby i need mental support, please work with me here

“Don’t move or you’ll make it worse.” Jonie worked quickly in the silence that fell between us. She snipped at my hair from different angles, evening out the jagged tufts and bringing some semblance of cohesion. A pixie cut was all that could be salvaged of what remained, but I was grateful to no longer look like the failed experiment of a 5-year-old who discovered the wonders a pair of scissors could do to the heads of her Barbies.