Hair
Lucas Tang
Hair represents you. It symbolizes many things, such as culture and style. Hair is one of the most important accessories for your appearance. The way you do your hair affects how you are seen. Hair is part of your identity. My hair is very simple; it looks very nice on me. It’s the only hairstyle I use. I am associated with it, it is part of my identity. So when I walked into the barber shop that day, I lost my identity.
♩ BZZZZ ♩ was the first sound I heard after walking into the barber shop. I already watched a few kids come out completely bald, looking like Mr. Clean or Humpty Dumpty. I walked in, and the absolute horror of being depilated washed over me. ♩ BZZZZ ♩ . The lady called me over to her chair. ♩ BZZZZ ♩. I sat down in it, and I knew my impending doom. Then I heard the maniacal giggle of my sister. The dreadful, high-pitched laughter of the little goblin. She stared at me with murderous intent, her eyes with intent to kill. She walked over with the razor and stared at my scalp maliciously. As soon as I saw her with the razor, I knew what would happen. ♩ BZZZZ ♩ . She cut one clean line through my hair, creating a landing strip fit for an RC plane. She continued gliding the haircutter over my head, clearing out my precious locks. I watched in horror as every strand of hair fell down, one by one. My family was in the corner laughing at me and taking videos while my sister continued deforesting my noggin. ♩ BZZZZ ♩. In five minutes, the black raggedy mop on my head was gone. I looked in the mirror, my depilated head looking like a store-bought chicken egg. Oh well, I thought. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It’ll grow back.
♩ BZZZZ ♩ was the first sound I heard after walking into the barber shop. I already watched a few kids come out completely bald, looking like Mr. Clean or Humpty Dumpty. I walked in, and the absolute horror of being depilated washed over me. ♩ BZZZZ ♩ . The lady called me over to her chair. ♩ BZZZZ ♩. I sat down in it, and I knew my impending doom. Then I heard the maniacal giggle of my sister. The dreadful, high-pitched laughter of the little goblin. She stared at me with murderous intent, her eyes with intent to kill. She walked over with the razor and stared at my scalp maliciously. As soon as I saw her with the razor, I knew what would happen. ♩ BZZZZ ♩ . She cut one clean line through my hair, creating a landing strip fit for an RC plane. She continued gliding the haircutter over my head, clearing out my precious locks. I watched in horror as every strand of hair fell down, one by one. My family was in the corner laughing at me and taking videos while my sister continued deforesting my noggin. ♩ BZZZZ ♩. In five minutes, the black raggedy mop on my head was gone. I looked in the mirror, my depilated head looking like a store-bought chicken egg. Oh well, I thought. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It’ll grow back.
I am the egg man.