Headmaster - Part 1 by buzztob

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Headmaster (Part 1)
by
buzztob

I rolled over in bed, opened my eyes, looked at the clock and started to panic. I had slept in. I hadn’t heard my parents leave for work so didn’t know if they had shouted up the stairs for me to get up or not. I shot out of bed, pulled on my school uniform, ran into the bathroom, cleaned my teeth, splashed some water on my face and ran down stairs, picked up my school bag and ran all the way to school. As I approached the main gates, I glanced at my watch, 3 minutes before the bell. I ran down the main corridor, hit the T junction, spun left, classroom in sight, then a voice bellowed out "stop right there". I came to a halt, turned around only to see the Headmaster fast approaching me. "Ah Petterson, I didn’t recognise you with all that hair flowing around". I suddenly remembered that I had forgot to gel my hair and brush it behind my ears in order to comply with school rules regarding length of hair. The Headmaster looked at me and said "haircut to school requirements before Monday". I asked the Headmaster if it would be OK for me to get a haircut later next week, as I wouldn’t be able to get an appointment today, Thursday, and my parents were picking me up from school on Friday as we were going away for the weekend. The Headmaster looked at me, then a smirk crossed his face, "No problem Petterson", great I thought, but he continued "there is a hairdresser coming to the school at lunch time, a couple of the teachers have arranged to have their hair cut, I am sure they will be able to fit one more in, the school will pay for the haircut and you can bring the cash in tomorrow. I will inform the teachers that you will be joining them. Be outside the Staffroom at lunchtime". With that he spun around and started to walk back down the corridor. I pushed open the door to my classroom, the teacher looked up "you are late". Straight off, I informed him that I was not late, I had been having a conversation with the Headmaster in the corridor. He glared at me and informed me to take my seat and he would check my statement at breaktime and that I had better not be lying or there would be serious consequences.
I sat down next to Simon, a school friend, who looked across and said your late, I was just about to tell him what had happened when the teacher told us to stop talking and start on the work displayed on the screen. Break arrived and we went out, sat on the grass, and I explained to Simon what had happened. He just started laughing, but was quick with his hands to ensure that his hair was in place behind his ears!
Lunch time arrived and I duly made my way to the Staffroom, I knocked on the door and Mr Yard, one of the strictest teachers in school opened the door. "Petterson, the Headmaster informed me that you would be coming. Straight down the passageway, first door on the right". The door was open and I made my way in. Inside there was an elderly gentleman, dressed in a white lab coat, laying out some stuff on the table at the side. He looked up and Mr Yard said "Mr Grey, this is the young man I informed you about and I am very grateful that you could squeeze him in before cutting Mr Kid’s and my hair". I looked at Mr Yard, his hair was already extremely short around the back and sides and not much remained on top. I thought that there was nothing to come off without making him bald! Mr Yard continued, "Mr Grey owns a barbershop on the High Street, but I doubt you were aware of that!" I though, I know the shop and where it is, but you cannot see inside because of the screening across the windows. I also know that people of my age never went near the shop as he had a reputation of cutting your hair extremely short! Mr Grey just smiled and informed me to take off my blazer and sit in the chair. He placed a cape around me securing it tightly in place. He looked at Mr Yard and asked him if it was just a trim, as he knew lads my age didn’t like to have their hair cut short. Mr Yard said "No, as we have him in the chair and capped up, let us make sure he remembers to stay within school regulations in future. I would like to see a good short back and sides taking it at least an inch above his ears all the way around. Yes, nice and high to ensure that he does not forget in the future!" Mr Yard remained by the door as Mr Grey combed out my hair, he asked if I wanted a parting or brushed forward, but before I could reply, Mr Yard told him to give me a parting. I was getting really annoyed as I had not had a say on how my hair would be cut, but I thought better of going against Mr Yard as I did not want to get on the wrong side of him. Mr Grey sprayed some water on the top of my head and proceeded to put a parting in my hair. He then picked up the clippers and started to remove the hair on the left side of my head, I knew it was going to be extremely short as he had not put a guard on the clippers. Half way up the side of my head, he flicked the clippers out then proceeded to carry on around the back of my head and onto the right side. He replaced the clippers on the table, picked up a duster and removed the loose hair around my face and neck. Next, he attacked my hair with scissors over comb blending the sides into the top. Once satisfied, he stood behind me. Combed my hair forward, then proceeded to cut the top, then finished off with the thinning scissors. Applied some product to my hair, gave it a brisk rub in, then with his comb he started at the parting, sweeping my hair over and then flicked the front up. I had no idea what I looked like as there were no mirrors for me to check it out. Mr Grey brushed me down, removed the cape and looked at Mr Yard. "Is that OK?" Mr Yard said that it was acceptable, but he would have preferred it to be shorter, but it was within school regulations". I stood up, adjusted my tie and was picking up my blazer when Mr Yard got in the chair and gave his instructions for his haircut. I would have loved to stay and see how he ended up but knew better than to hang around the Staffroom.
I walked down the corridor, stopped off at the toilets and had a good look at my haircut in the mirror. It was brutally short in my opinion. I couldn’t remember having my hair this short. Feeling rather sorry for myself, I left the toilets and was starting to walk down the corridor when I heard someone behind me shout out "Baldy", I swung around and there was Simon with a huge grin on his face, he started to give me a hard time, laughing at my haircut and taking the mickey out of me. We had not heard the Headmaster approaching, he gave a slight cough, then looked at me and said "A vast improvement Petterson, well within school requirements". He then looked at Simon, walked around him and said "Someone else needs to have a haircut, this is certainly not within school requirements. You need to follow Pettersons’ example, I expect yours to be the same by Monday". With that he walked off. Simon looked at me and said "Will you come with me on Friday after school so I can ask them to cut it like yours?". I told him that I was being picked up by my parents on Friday straight after school as we were going away for the weekend. "How about going today after school" I enquired. I told him I knew just the place we could stop off on the way home and it wasn’t too expensive. Simon just shrugged his shoulders and said "Whatever". I thought to myself, laugh at me would you, you’re in for a big surprise!
During the afternoon break, I saw Mr Yard walking down the corridor. As he was approaching, my eyes were transfixed on his head. His hair had been completely removed on the sides all the way to the top and the top was cut extremely close to his skull. As he walked past, he said "A vast improvement Petterson, just make sure it stays short or you could end up with a haircut like mine". I turned around after he had passed and yes, the back of his head had no hair, all the way to the top! As I carried on walking down the corridor to my next lesson, I knew exactly the haircut Simon was going to get!

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