Novel & Cerita Stupid Haircuts

it would have been better if he showed me this side of him earlier than I would have given him a cute name but he cut his hair "So why did you cut your hair...I mean it was so rich and full and thick and smelled nice" I blurted out, forgetting about the words coming out of my mouth because I was angry at him for cutting his hair. He looked more handsome with long hair than short hair however the man just pouted and shrugged slightly

They wanted to run for their lives. Grabbing the girl's hair he grinned at her and mumbled, "You cut that girl's hair like this, didn't you? It was fun, wasn't it?" And with those words he grabbed her head tight and cut her hair, leaving her to look like a frog. Her friends mumbled in disgust, "So ugly!" "See, how your friends are laughing at you already. Do you now know the feeling of getting a forced haircut, getting tortured?" The girl was crying so he let her go. Tonight, he promised no matter what, he wouldn't go

but instead they brought us together. I had recently decided it would be a great idea to cut my hair off. It had been as long as Abbey’s before but I needed a change. Plus all the dancing and cheering I did … my hair was getting slung all over the place. The short cut was much more manageable. It came just above my shoulders now. And tonight I had pulled part of it up on top of my head in a little bun. The rest of it hung free.

As she works, she grumbles to herself about this and that, seemingly annoyed. When she’s finished, I’ll admit that my hair looks much better. She evened out the jagged ends and added some layers so that my hair falls properly and doesn’t look like a child’s haircut. I like the new haircut, but am ashamed for cutting my hair. It made sense in the moment, but now it feels like it was a pointless sacrifice.

I stopped for a moment then, "They started their usual routine abusing me to their fullest and not only abused but they even cut off my hair ,at that time I had this long hair but they cut it all off ,my head was like bald ,I really can't imagine my hair being cut off like that ever again.."I stated and a lonesome tear rolled down but then I quickly wiped it off and I lift up my head and gave him a forceful smile but he seemed to noticed that it was not genuine so he just rubbed my hand with his thumb.

They looked so easy to me and so I had convinced Pietro to let me give him a haircut and after a lot of convincing, he let me. That night had ended with me bawling my eyes in tears at what I had done to his hair. I had given him the worst cut anyone in history could achieve. A blind person with no skills in the regard of barbing would give a better cut. Eventually, Pietro had to pet me to get me to stop crying at the disaster I had caused because I just couldn't forgive myself for what I had done to his hair. He had to go get a buzz cut the next day.

he said as I stared at him through the mirror as he effortlessly cut my hair. “And you chose cutting hair as a coping mechanism?” I asked as he stopped, looking up at me before continuing, “I had a lot of hair growing up so my father taught me to cut it, and when I did, I felt a sense of relief like I was cutting off my problems and struggles to grow into something more positive,” he said as I spaced out, “I never thought of it like that,” I said as he shrugged, “That’s just how I see it,” he said as I continued to space out.

"Ah yes, the glorious smell of wet gym socks" "Come on it wasn't that bad, was it?" She and her mom exchanged a look then burst out laughing. "You know when I was in my second year of college the stress of studying and my part-time job was too much that I barely had the time for showers much less to wash my hair that I considered hacking the entire thing off". Her mother laughed shaking her head with humor in her eyes. "No way". "I'm serious. I made it to the salon and there I was sitting innocently with a fashion magazine but the moment I saw that mean looking scissors it was game over".

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

I whisper aggressively. "It's not because of me? Are you sure?". It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him that he gives himself way too much credit. My long, thick hair had been perhaps been the only thing that I hadn't been able to let go of from my past. There were good times once, or rather manageable times when I would sit in front of a mirror with Mama while she brushed my hair out. She would run the comb through it's thick length down my back and when she was done, would braid it into thick pigtails that I loved to swing around. When things started to go wrong when she met Rick, I had still kept the hair in the hopes that someday she would look at it's tangled mess and tell me that I n