Stupid Haircuts Novels & Stories

That did not go unnoticed by Andrew, and for a second, he felt his heart race. He had no idea what emotion he was feeling right now. But he could only think, "Does she know why I cut my hair? Does she think I'm stupid?" If he were being honest with himself, cutting his hair was the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. "The new haircut looks good," Hannah commented with a quirk on her lips. "You look good. You should keep this hairstyle. Alright, come and have dinner. We're waiting for you." Andrew's ears had only just returned to their original color from just now, but now it was red again. In an instant, his entire face and neck were flushed, making him look like a boiled lobster.

But she didn't speak up and just smiled, "I remembered my mom edited a book about Tibetan sky burial. The author said that if you've seen a sky burial, you'll realize how ridiculous it is to care so much about hair and spend so much money on it!" After speaking, Bianca glanced at Frost and picked up the scissors, ready to cut her hair. "Stop!" Frost grabbed Bianca's hand. "Isn't it more ridiculous to feed your hair peanut butter?" He looked at the half jar of peanut butter in his hand, then at Bianca. Without waiting for Bianca to ask, he dipped his slender fingers into the jar and then reached out to smear it on Bianca's hair. This scared Bianca backward. "Don't move," Frost commanded.

Gunnar added, leaning closer, his voice low. The barber swallowed hard, his initial bravado now replaced by a sheepish demeanor. “Yes, of course. I’ll stick to the haircut.” Gunnar leaned back, his mood slightly soured but still amused by the situation. The barber, clearly embarrassed and eager to make amends, quickly focused on his task, working diligently to perfect the Classic Quiff cut. Rene, still sipping his whiskey, finally looked up, noticing the tension. He raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Everything alright?”

I knew at that moment that everything—my family, my company, my life—was hanging by the thinnest of threads. And Nathan Pierce, the man I once trusted above all others, was holding the scissors.

My mind was spinning with so many possibilities. Mum was smiling. She looked pleased with her new haircut. Too pleased. If she was crying, I would be worried and now she was smiling yet I was still worried. “Yeah. Did it yesterday,” mum said. “Why?” “Do I need a reason to cut my hair?” “Uhm,” I said as a matter of fact, “yes, you do. You loved your hair.” “I didn’t shave my hair,” Mum said. “I just cut it so technically, I still have the hair that I love.”

I nodded and, following Erin's suggestion, slapped Caleb twice more. His rage erupted. "Maeve Griffith! Don't push your luck!" "Push my luck? It's just two slaps. It's not like you'll get a concussion," I retorted. I yanked off my hat, revealing my bald head. "And this, too, Caleb. When are you going to pay for cutting my hair and pushing me into a concussion? Don't tell me that you're not even willing to pay back this little bit of money?"

Before work started at Last Words, I made a quick stop at the hairdressers to touch up my hair. Not so surprisingly, Maddie actually butchered my hair. When I walked into the hairdressers, the hairdresser asked me what had happened, and I told her it involved a boy and a lot of alcohol and she laughed hysterically. The hairdresser fixed up my hair, having to cut it even shorter that is became only slightly longer than Maddie's. Because my hair was so thick, she thinned out the ends so that it shaped my head nicely. The nape of the back of my hair was not even halfway down my neck, and she styled it so the front was slightly longer and shaped around my face. I looked good, I felt so incredibl

the teacher asked softly. Justin shook his head. "Uncle says my hair isn't long enough to cut yet." "Let me trim it a bit for you," the teacher gently suggested, taking Justin by the hand to the office. "My mom should agree before you cut my hair," Justin said warily, objecting to the haircut. "It's just a little trim, it won't be a problem," the teacher coaxed. "No, Uncle said that we shouldn't let others cut our hair carelessly. Our hair and skin were gifts from our parents," Justin refused.

"Do you have to scold me at this moment?" Sophia said, "I'm telling you, compared to that, just having your hair shaved off is a stroke of luck. Your hair will grow back. It's not like it won't. If you feel ugly, just wear a wig for a few days. It's not a big deal!" She looked at Sophia's disdainful expression. "You're so harsh. How did your husband end up with you?"