Starry Skies

Number 9

Chop all my hair off

10 months, 3 days

Okay, to start, I technically wasn't doing the bucket list item, but I was getting a pixie cut. If I would've chopped it all off, I wouldn't have been able to do Number 10. 

Anwen smiled wickedly in my bathroom mirror, turning on the clippers. "Are you ready?" she asks, I nod, preparing myself for the worst, but hoping it turns out well. 

"Put some of your hair into a bun!" She says, and I can just tell, shes ecstatic. I pulled most of the top half of it into a tight bun, and secured it as decently as I could with a shitty black elastic. 

"Time to start!" she turned the clippers on, and to town she went, shaving most of the hair off of the parts I didn't put into the bun. When she was done, I showered, blow dried my hair, and got dressed again, into a pair of sweat shorts and a baggy shirt I'd stolen from Anwen.

Anwen was dressed smartly that day, in a pencil skirt with a white blouse tucked into it, telling me she had a family dinner she'd be going to after she'd helped me cut my hair. Seeing her like that, with her hair pulled back into a neat bun, bangs styled to perfection, makeup done, that of which just made her look goddess like, it was weird, but a good weird. A nice weird, if you will.

She then took it upon herself to cut most of it off using the kitchen scissors I had, then, after watching a 30 minute video on layering, gave that a quick go, before just giving up, and cutting bangs that stopped just below my right eyebrows, with the rest of it looking pretty decent.

"I'll go and get my hair fixed later," I'd said after she took it upon herself to apologize profusely. "Don't worry, it's just hair, anyways!" She offered a nervous smile as she grabbed the broom, sweeping the hair up while I took the shirt off, leaving me in just a bra and my shorts.

After that, she left, and I rinsed my hair, then got dressed in a more outdoor set outfit, jeans, shirt, jacket. I got my hair fixed, whats left of it sits on the left side of my head, bangs that stop just above my eyebrow, sort of. I don't quite know how to describe it, so I'll leave that up to the imagination. 

Life is, well, its alright, even though the date is getting closer.

(Another chapter with a shitty ending! Again, when I come back and revise and rework, I'll fix this one up so that it reaches full potential!)