
The Unwanted Flat Top
By YourFriendlyNeighborhoodAroAce

08 Aug, 2023

"Time for a haircut," Jake's mom announced one afternoon. Jake, a 12-year-old with a tousled mass of hair that featured in all his adventures, groaned loudly. "But Mum, I like my hair long," he protested.

"Nonsense, it's getting too messy," she replied firmly. "We're going to the barbershop right after lunch." Jake's heart sank; he had this weird attachment to his hair. It set him apart, made him feel like a mini rock star.

Jake sat reluctantly in the barber's chair, eyeing the sharp scissors warily. Barry, the cheerful barber, adjusted the cape around Jake's neck, "So, how would we like our hair today?" He asked with a smile.

"Just a trim," Jake responded quickly. But his Mom intervened, "Actually Barry, I was thinking of a nice, neat flat top." Jake's eyes widened in horror, a flat top! That was so '80s action movie!

"Are you sure?" Barry asked, looking a little surprised. "It's a pretty bold style." Jake's mom nodded, "Positive." Jake was silent, already mourning the loss of his cool, swooping bangs.

With a resigned sigh, Jake closed his eyes as Barry grabbed the scissors. He felt the cold steel comb through his long hair, and then a sudden lightness as the scissors cut through.

Piece by piece, his beloved hair was snipped away. The process was methodical and precise, but to Jake, it felt like a punishment. His head felt weirdly naked, exposed.

Eventually, the snipping stopped. Jake heard the hum of the electric clippers. He squirmed a little; he hated the feeling of the vibrations against his scalp.

"Now for the fun part," Barry said as he started to sculpt the flat top. Jake didn't open his eyes. The buzzing sound filled the air, accompanied by the occasional comments from Barry.

"There we go," Barry finally announced. He turned the chair around so Jake could see his reflection. Jake opened his eyes and his jaw dropped. His long hair was gone, replaced by a neat, short flat top.

He looked so...so...different. He hardly recognized the person staring back at him in the mirror. He gulped, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. This was not what he had envisioned.

"Well, you look very handsome," his mom praised, trying to cheer him up. Jake forced a smile. "Thanks, mom," he responded. Deep inside, he was grieving the loss of his long hair.

The next few days at school were a roller-coaster ride. Some kids teased him, while others praised his new look. Jake missed his old hair but tried to put on a brave face.

One day, a cool senior from the football team approached Jake. "Nice flat top, dude!" he remarked, "It's got a retro charm." Jake managed a smile, "Thanks, man."

Slowly, Jake started to embrace his new look. The constant ribbing from his friends became less hurtful, and he even started to appreciate his flat top's ease of maintenance.

Moreover, his unique flat top made him stand out in the crowd, giving him an identity. He was the kid with the retro hairstyle, the kid who dared to be different.

Eventually, Jake came to love his new look. The flat top, initially an imposition, became a part of his identity. He realized change could be daunting, but it also brought about self-discovery and growth.

One day, Jake walked into the barber again. This time, he sat in the chair with a confident smile. Barry was surprised but pleased, "Same as last time?" he asked.

Jake nodded, "Yes, Barry. Same as last time. A neat, crisp flat top." His words echoed in the busy barbershop, but to Jake, they signified a personal victory.

It wasn't just a haircut anymore for Jake. It symbolized acceptance, growth, and the ability to stand out fearlessly. And in the end, that's what truly mattered. Jake was no longer a boy with long hair; he was a young man with a spectacular flat top.