"Seraphine, get the scissors for me"
My father is very bossy.
"Good morning! Welcome to Dawnmir Salon."
"Thank you, good morning."
I love watching my parents cut hair, people show gratitude. The salon is mixed, I like watching my father cut men's hair, my mother works with women's hair, however, that doesn't attract me.
"Seraphine, where are the scissors I asked you for?"
The salon is full and, because of that, my father is stressed.
I gave him the scissors and asked.
"when will it be my turn to cut?"
He smiled and commented.
"When you get some sense in your head, I will allow it."
The customers started laughing. An old man sitting down almost dying of old age commented.
"If Seraphine cuts our hair, we'll look the same as her dolls."
I got all red and embarrassed.
"Don't say that."
I left crying, closed the salon door and went up to the second floor.
I entered the room and lay on the bed next to my dolls.
A few seconds later I hear my father go up the stairs. . .
He is going to want to calm me down.
Toc, toc!
My father knocked on the door and asked if I was okay, I said yes.
I only want to cut hair one time, this desire is my reason to live.
After thinking that, I stopped crying, went down to the salon and realized there was no one anymore.
My mind exploded at that moment.
My father always keeps all equipment in a drawer, since he is afraid that I use it.
But this time it is open, what luck for me.
I used my father's accessories and his hairdresser clothes and started having fun. . .
The bell rang, I got startled, because the sign outside shows closed.
Could it be some client who scheduled and arrived late, I imagined. I went to answer.
"Hello, good afternoon, I know it's already closed, but I need to cut my hair."
It's an old long-haired man, wanting to cut his hair, I've never seen him in the salon.
"Ah, my father just closed, come back another day."
I tried to close the door, but he put his foot.
He scratched his beard, looked to the sides and insisted.
"It's that today I scheduled a date and I have to be presentable."
"I'm sorry, but I can't. . ."
Before I finished the answer, he answered me:
"I saw you were dressed in the salon clothes and using the machines, do you cut hair too?"
What do I say, I never cut, but at the same time, I want to, these thoughts made me freeze.
"So, are you going to cut?"
"I. . ."
He came in and sat in the chair, I couldn't stop him. I got anxious and happy at the same time, since I'm going to cut a man's hair.
"OK, sir, I will prepare the equipment"
My hands can't hold the scissors, I'm anxious.
I put on the cape to protect the body, used a paper on the neck and asked if he would like something to cover his eyes to rest.
"Yes, you are very kind."
After that, I asked what type of cut he wanted.
"I don't have much preference, do a Fade."
I turned on the little machine and started cutting and at the same time I kept thinking:
I'm happy, because someone asked me to cut hair, I will do my best so he looks handsome and please the girlfriend.
Five minutes later. . .
"Wake up, sir. I'm finished. I hope you like it."
I removed the protection from his eyes and the cape from his body. When he saw his reflection in the mirror, he got startled, started running his hands over his head looking for his hair and complained:
"You're crazy, girl, I told you to do a Fade, not shave it down to zero."
"I don't know how to do that cut"
I only know. . .
"Then why did you ask me what cut I wanted, if you don't know any?"
He looked at a notice board on the back wall that said.
"Do not let my daughter cut, because she will shave the head."
The customer started going crazy and knocking down the machines, I backed away afraid of him.
What do I do? My father isn't here. I thought of some way out, but. . .
"Ah, you know what, I came here to rob the salon and not to cut hair, because a few days before, I analyzed this shop."
The thief changed his facial expression.
Rob the shop, I thought it was a customer.
I turned on the little machine and threatened him
"If you come closer, I shave your beard."
"Are you threatening me with a shaving machine?"
He started laughing at me.
"Don't laugh at my face, I only relieved your burden."
I explained the truth.
"Burden, what burden, girl"
The thief closed his fists.
"Your hair",
I stroked his hair.
He made a face at me like he wanted to beat me up, came to me, grabbed me by the arms and whispered
"now, it's you who will go bald."
I started trembling and going limp, I started crying. I tried to do something.
"You will not rob the shop anymore"
What am I saying?
He remained silent.
I don't want to go back to that past, just remembering makes me sad. And if it's for him to rob, let him do it.
He pulled me by the arms to the chair
"I don't want this anymore, do you know how long it took to grow my hair? You don't know, right?"
He put me in the chair and turned on the machine.
I can't move, even though I'm free to run away, it's that. . .
I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see, but you could hear the sound of the machine near my left ear.
A huge light appeared in the mirror, and a question appeared: "Do you accept going to ASTERIUM REBORN, Seraphine?"
The robber got startled and grabbed scissors to throw at the mirror and questioned me: "What are you doing?"
Without thinking twice, I accepted the invitation, it is better than having my head shaved.