Living in Los Angeles for the past week hasn't been all that bad, actually. It's hotter than Illinois but the beach sure makes up for it. Living in Lynwood gives me close access to Redondo Beach and Santa Monica. The gorgeous beaches illuminate the dark and shady places that surrounded them, almost like an oasis in a desert. Running errands was also a breeze, not having to worry about people looking at me weird because they know about how I'm treated by Hells.
"I'm in need of a haircut" I thought eagerly, "I could maybe even make myself look more fresh, handsome even". Just the thought of making myself 'irresistible' sent happiness streaming through my body.
"Hello good sir, I'm here for a haircut!" I declared valiantly as I entered the barber shop. The barber turned his head slowly to stare blankly into my eyes. The barber wasn't to old, around 21.
"You here for a cut?" he asked me while cleaning a pair of scissors.
"Um... yeah. Cu... cu... cu... cut... yes" I stuttered. I've only been inside here for less than 2 mins and this guy has already managed to make me feel uncomfortable. Without hesitation, his face turns from hostile to friendly.
"Right this way sir, what shall I give you?" He declared while preparing some of his utensils. To be honest, I didn't know what to get. When I would go get my haircut in Illinois, my mom always picked my cuts. I didn't care about my appearance, but now it's my main worry. What will people think of me in the new city. I want to look nice, nice enough to hide all my imperfections.
"Shall I give you the ducktail sir?" The barber asked desperately.
"The... the ducktail?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes, the ducktail. Easily slicked back hair, with a slight wave on top. A lot of celebrities have it" he reassured, starting to reach for my hair.
"Hehe... celebrities? I'll look irresistible in that" I thought to myself, eager to receive it. "Yes, I'll take the ducktail then"
"Excellent," said the barber. "I'll try do my best, but please do take off your glasses first". After a couple of minutes of pulling hair and winces, the job was finally done.
"All done, I tried my best and I hope you like it" he said proudly. Everything was so blurry without my glasses, yet I managed to distinguish myself in the mirror.
"Woah! Is that really me?" As soon as I paid and walked out of the shop, all eyes were on me. For the first time in my life, everyone was looking at me. I felt like the king of the world. I even look tougher than I truly am. I came close to a boutique window and started to play around with myself.
"Hey, you wanna fight? I bet you can't take me on" I thought as I pretended to throw punches, proud of my new image. Just as I turned to walk away, a pretty girl was standing there. A girl who possibly saw my whole fighter show with the window. Immensely embarrassed, my face and cheeks turned as red as a tomato. The girl showed a puzzled expression as she eyed me down. She wasn't very tall, around 5'4, with red hair. She was very pretty, making the situation even more embarrassing.
"Don't be scared" I thought to myself, "you're a butterfly now. Just let it go like a man. This is nothing compared to what you'll receive in the future". I flashed a 'manly' smile, hoping to renounce my previous situation. Suddenly, she went pale and started to blush.
"Is she shy? Or maybe I scared her..." I thought sorrowfully. Just then a voice from behind me called out to her
"Maddie, you waited long?"
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Binary Understanding
Teen FictionHigh School freshman Bartholomew Stane is tired of his life. Constant harrasment about his appearance and his physical state, from as early as he remembers to the present day, have caused him to fall into depression and even wish death upon himself...
