Hair Cutz

3. Answers

The next morning, running off of barely 2 hours of sleep and a large iced latte, I head to school determined to get answers out of the bowling ball guy. Unsure of where to find him, I head to the place I ran into him yesterday. He wasn't there. Slightly disappointed but not very surprised, I made the decision to go to class as usual and keep an eye out for the guy.

By lunch, there was still no sign of him. It shouldn't be too hard to find someone in this school I thought as I took a bite out of my sandwich as there are only 100 pupils. After lunch, I went to my last class of the day, IT where we were learning how to create Minecraft servers from scratch since all the pre-existing ones were deleted. As the bell rang signalling the end of the school day I sighed as I realised I was probably not going to get answers out of that guy today. I was just heading through the front gates as an idea hit me. The library! There must be some books hidden its darkest corners about being bald. A wave of excitement rushed through me as I turned around and headed towards the school library.

I spent hours in there looking for the right book but it was not successful. Sure enough I found many historical books about what life was like before the raid of Area 51 when haircuts were not painful but I found none about baldness in the modern day. Looking out the old clock on the wall that said it was already 9pm, I decided I should give up for today. Disappointed at my lack of answers I slowly began to walk home.

It was about a 20 minute walk from my school to my house so I decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway, despite the fact it was dark already. A sudden windy noise startled me. It sounded very much like someone whispered "fancy". I quickly looked back, my bun bouncing on top of my head, but saw nothing. Slowly I turned around. BAM! Something hit me on the head and a fell to the floor. In a state of shock, I couldn't move, I could only look up and watch in horror. Two hooded figures stood above me, possibly female, the one on the left holding a menacing looking pair of scissors.

"Wha...what are you..." I stuttered but before I could finish, the hooded figure to my right knelt down behind me and grabbed my arms with force. I screamed.

"Shut up!" the one with scissors whisper yelled as she slapped me in the face. Tears stung my eyes.

"Hold her and make sure she doesn't make more noise" the one with the scissors ordered the one holding me. She obeyed. Her grip on me tightened and she put tape over my mouth. Trembling with fear, my eyes darted in every direction looking for a way out of this situation. I could not find one.

The figure with the scissors knelt down before me and got so close. Her right hand slowly lifted up giving me a proper look as the scissors. The silver, rusting blades were about 15 cm's long and had razor sharp points. Carefully, with her left hand, the figure reached on top of my head and removed the hair tie from my bun allowing my hair to drape over my shoulders. She gently organised my hair so the two sides flowed over the fronts of my shoulders.

"Now" she began, "I'm going to need you to be very quiet. This might sting a little." Her sadistic words made me feel sick and panic rose inside me. I couldn't breathe.

"Time for a haircut" she said as she slowly, methodically opened the scissors a few inches away from my face as if she had all the time in the world. I tried to scream but the tape and the solid grip on my arms prevented me from doing so. Tears cascaded down my face as I waited for the blinding pain when the figure put a handful of my hair in-between the blades of the scissors. She closed them tightly together causing my hair to fall to the ground. But there was no pain. No pain at all.

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