Cinder Elliot

Chapter 3

The streets were long and busy. They were busy when we came but they were terrible now.

Freddie led me to a small shoppe that  read "Spiral Barber" it was probably close to a Kilometer   away. I stroked my hair back in disgust, realizing I probably haven't taken a shower in like a hundred years. My hair wasn't gross, but still.

A petite girl, my age or slightly older, with blue hair led me ushered me in. Brought to a red and modern stool, I sat down. She tied a cape around my front side. I tried to shake her hand but failed.

"My name is Elliot...." I stuttered as she began combing.

"Xylia" she smiled

"That's a beautiful name, Xylia!" I cheered.

"Quite the charmer, aren't you!?!" she giggled.

"Now, do you know how you want it cut?" she questioned

I paused and started to think. I never really got to chose how to get it cut before.

"I think you'll want one to look at this..." She handed a booklet to me that was quite heavy and full with hairstyles. " Maybe your....Grand father?....would help you or something of the sort?"

Freddie approached us chuckling.

"Sure, I'd love to help if that's okay with Elliot?" He glanced.

"Why that'd be helpful." I smirked. Xylia walked into the back of the shoppe.

My face went blank "Freddie, what do boys my age wear now?" I asked confused.

"Well, don't go by what is popular Elliot, chose what you like." He said with wisdom as if he gave me the best advice anyone could ever have.

"No, seriously Fred, tell me which one is modern.... I want to fit in... I don't want to be.... weird.

"Well, if you really need to know, this page" he flipped through the books pages "has a lot of the popular hair cuts.'

"Thank you." I sassed.

Xylia walked back into the room.

"Sorry, I was on the phone with my sister, I am going to live with her in New York in two days."  she smiled.

"Really?" I asked, very much intrigued.

"Yep, now have you picked one that you fancy?" she asked with a big, but clearly fake smile.

"I think so.." I pointed to one of them.

"Oh! I just love that one! I think it'll love great on you Elliot!" She squealed.

"Why, thank you miss Xylia!" I yelped.

Turning the chair around she began clipping and combing. Using hairspray and gel and a hair dryer.

When she turned me back around I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked better than I ever before.  Xylia just stood there proudly gazing upon my hair.

I stared at her and my heart skipped a beat.

 Don't Get a crush, Elliot. My mind reminded me.

I snapped out of it and as Freddie thanked her and tried to drag me through the door, I pulled away and walked over to her.

"Can we meet at Brewster's today at 3:00? I want to talk about....well, meet me and we will discuss it there." I asked.

"Sure." she cooed.

"Well, goodbye then!" I shouted

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