Getting Used to It

I'm slowly getting used to my hair. I guess it only feels short because it was so long. I mean, it's still longer than most of my friends' hair, but I don't like it anyway. I barely talk to Daren. He told a couple of people and they were all like, "Not cool."
He apologized to me and said he'd never tdo it again. He's all like, "We're still bro's, right?" and I was like, "Yeah, man, but I'm really pissed at you." Whatever. It's so weird having me hair like this. Especially at night. I used to have to toss my hair up in the air before I put my head on the pillow, and then it was so long that it went over the other end of the pillow and made a little hair pile on the bed next to my head. Now it just kind of sits on the pillow.
At the end of classes in school, when I would throw my backpack over my shoulder, the strap would catch my hair, and that doesn't happen anymore either. I miss it. I'm serious about not cutting it at all until fall. I don't care what anyone says. My bangs are definitely hardest to adjust to, because I was proudest of them. They hung all the way down my face in school and touched my collar, but now they're just kind of to the side. I hope that my hair grows really fast.

HAIRCUT

This weekend I was over at by friend Daren’s, and he was like, “Bro’, your hair’s really long. You should let my sister cut it.” I was like, “No way, dude! I’ve been growing it for too long!” But then he’s like, “Dude, I’ll pay you ten dollars and she’ll only cut like half an inch.” So I was like, “Alright.”
He gave me the ten dollars and then sat me down in the chair. They took my hair out of the ponytail and let it fall down past my shoulders. Daren joked about cutting off all of it and I was like, “I’d kill you.”
So, his sister did a great job, and she barely took any off (a quarter of an inch, she said). Then he walked up behind with this big pair of scissors and chopped off a whole chunk of my hair.
“DUDE!!!” I said.
He was laughing so hard and I kept grabbing at the back of my hair. His sister was all like, “It’s not that bad, it’s not that bad, I just have to even it up.”
She had to take off four inches.
When she got to my bangs, it was the hardest.
“Come on,” I said. “Not my bangs, too. They’re fifteen inches long.”
“I have to,” she said.
She snipped across the bottom of my bangs. Now they’re ten inches long. I swear, I almost cried right there.
“Oh, dude…” I said.
Daren was rolling. “I’ve wanted to do that forever!”
“Dude, I am not fucking talking to you,” I said.
“Oh, come on!” he said. “You needed a haircut!”
I am not cutting it again at ALL, all through summer. I’m letting it grow until September, six solid months.
Now it just barely touches my shoulders (before it tumbled over them) and my bangs won’t go into my ponytail. I CAN’T WAIT FOR IT TO GROW OUT!

PONYTAIL

I had to put my hair in a ponytail today. It was like, so weird. It’s so long, it’s usually hanging everywhere, in my face, around my shoulders. I’ve been growing it forever, and I let it just blow around, wave and whatever. It’s cool. I’m always having to toss it out of my face, but today it was just still. The ponytail was so long that it moved a little, but not much.
One of my friends saw me and said, “Oh, dude, a ponytail? I ought to cut that thing off.” Yeah, right! I’m 15, and my hair’s been growing since I was 13! I’m never cutting it. It’s longer than most of the boys’ hair at school. My hair is awesome, even in a ponytail. I’m glad to let it out again, though. It’s better down.