Novel & Cerita Stupid Haircuts

I’m Tired of plain jane. “Hello, how can I help you.” “Hello, it’s my birthday tomorrow.” “Happy Birthday, what can we do?” “I want a cute cut to my should with layers. I already have wavy/curly hair, I want it cut to my shoulders with some layers, I also want my hair blond. Think “Penny from Big Bang Theory.” I tell her. She’s smiling at me looking excited. “Girl! You’re going to look so hot!” She beamed.

Chapter Twenty-eight It's their graduation day today but I didn't show up I still promised them. Anyway, I just deleted their messages without even replying. I know they are used to me being like this. I lie down, where is the big mirror opposite my bed. I grabbed my hair. It's been two years since I cut my hair this short and I've never grown my hair long. They say that when a woman gets a haircut, it means that she's going to be with me and that she's moving little by little, but in my situation, yes, I got a boy cut (like Miley C's) but that's about it.

“I too have had my bad moments. A period when I struggled and suffered.” He gave me a dry look. “You're not serious are you?” I looked at him straight in the eye. “Oh, I'm dead serious.” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for my great reveal. “It all started when I was still a child,” I paused for dramatic effect. “My parents had ganged up on me and decided to give me a bowl cut.” Kane blinked. “What?” I nodded solemnly. “A bowl cut, Kane. Straight across with no layers. They didn't even consider my dignity. Making me look like mini Lord Farquuad from Shrek.”

“Well, I was asking Liana for some help. I need some cash ‘cause I’m a bit short in budget. But she told me that I have to get a haircut first.” “Hmm… Yes, I also think you should get a haircut too. I think it’s much better when it’s short.” “Here we go with the “old man” jokes again! HAHA!” “No. I just think that you’d look better if your hair is fixed. But who am I to command you?” “Hey! Okay. I guess my barbershop hiatus is finally over!” “I really don’t mind, if my opinion ever matters here. HAHA!” “Might be too early to say, but your opinion is starting to matter. So let’s get this hair buzzed. How about that?”

Finally she came around to my front, and pick up a small section to look at the ends. “OH honey. What did you do to this beautiful hair?” Sharon asked as she released my hair. “It….it was all shaved off back in November. Before that I trimmed the ends myself when it needed it.” I explained quietly. “Why would anyone shave of such beautiful hair?” “Pun….punishment.” “They should have their head shaved for such a sin. Do you still do your own trimming?” “Umm. Only if the ends look bad.” “Tsk. No more of that young lady.”

I decisively walked into a hair salon and asked the hairdresser, Tony Green, to shave all of my hair off. Tony immediately had a look of understanding on his face as he tried to gently talk me out of it. "Miss, there are plenty of fish in the sea. You don't have to do this to yourself just because of a man. It's not worth it." I chuckled and told him the truth. "I can’t help feeling that my long hair is adding to the heat. It's going to be very inconvenient during the apocalypse." Tony just assumed that I was talking nonsense. Ultimately, he sighed in exasperation before shaving my hair off and giving me a buzz cut.

“It’s straight from a bottle. It’s not the color he objects to but he does miss seeing it a lot less colorful. It’s the length he hates the most. I refused to cut it after an especially bad haircut when I was sixteen that made me look like a boy and it was days before my big sweet-sixteen birthday. That’s a big party event and I hated it short. I stopped cutting it after that fiasco. Then my ex-husband demanded I keep it short after our wedding. He said it was too long, always annoying him, and he and my father tried to gang up on me to cut it to my shoulders. ‘Responsible people don’t have hair to their asses.’ That’s a quote.” Jessie laughed. “I won’t cut the hair and Dad gives me some

He says, stepping back and admiring his handiwork. I hope this haircut can be a fresh start and a way to get rid of whatever baggage I’ve been walking around with. It’s a way of exercising some control on the things that seem to be outside of my ability to influence. It’s my lame attempt to take charge, to be the one calling the shots for a change.

I grabbed a fresh set of clothes and walked inside the bathroom to shower, untangle my hair, and think about my next step today. I undressed, turned on the shower, and grabbed scissors from the drawer. I grabbed my long, curly red curls and sighed deeply before cutting them at shoulder level. My eyes focused on the blades unevenly cutting through the thick mop that reminded me of my mother every time. I bit my lip not to cry as I destroyed something she was so proud of.

“This is so fucking stupid Harper. You are literally sitting here thinking about cutting yourself for school. What kind of person does that? But what else is there? What else do you have left?” I pressed the blade to my palm. Not too deep. Just enough to sting. Just enough to bleed. Blood came fast. Red and warm and way more than I expected. It dripped into the sink in fat drops. I watched it swirl down the drain and hoped I would not bleed to death because that would be the worst joke ever. Harper finally gets her way by dying in a fancy bathroom. Hilarious. I laughed a little. Small shaky laugh that turned into a sob because yeah look at me. Harper the drama queen cutting herself for a bac