Hair memories

Hiya, Bicycle cat here!

so sorry for the longest wait, for a new story. This is more of a quick story I had.

this is called Hair memories :

Chop, cut,chop, cut!

My long blonde hair that took 12 years to grow falls down to the floor. 

I  tell myself not to freak,and that this is for my new life.

The barber’s scissors fly cutting fast, cutting all my long hair.

“Done!” cheers the barber who said her name was Kara.

She spins me to the mirror to see my new look.

My hair is what men normally get for a haircut. 

Very short, my hair looks different. 

I don’t look like the same teenager that left my room this morning.

“What do you think?” Kara the barber asks a bit too cheerfully.

“Uh,um…good” I say, getting up from the chair, and taking off the black smock.

I look down at the floor and see my dead, goner, long hair that took me so very long to grow and all the hard made memories that were in those 12 years. All cut off. From  the first day of kindergarten to  the last day of middle school. Now it’s all off my head and going to sweeped up by a broom and thrown away. 

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