The fake story Part one by Matty

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My name is matt, I am 17 years old and live in a small town called ledgeford. My hair is has been long for aslong as I can remember.

When I was young my dad used to take me to the barbers which I thought I always hated. We only live 5 minutes away from the barber shop so we always walked. I would sit in the big barber chair while my dad told the barber to give me a #1 back and sides and short and spikey on top.

One cold day I remember walking to the barber shop with my dad like all the other times but somehow this day felt different, we reached the barbers snd I sat in the chair waiting for my dad to tell the barber to give me my usual, but this time my dad just said, "take it all off, and use the razor on it too". I just sat there speachless while the barber plowed the clippers from my forehead straight back and continuing all the way around.

I don't know what my dad was thinking or why he would ask the barber to do this to me. The barber went in the back and I heard a whiring noise not knowing what it was I just sat there helpless. The barber returned with what I know now was shaving cream. He used his brush and applied it to my head, spreading it all over, then he pulled out his straight razor. He started with the top of my head pulling it back making a scraping noise and just like that it was over. We left the shop and walked back to our house while I was rubbing my head, it felt wired but in a stra strange way I liked it.

Since then my dad never took charge on my haircuts again. I let my hair grow to 8 inches on top with the sides and back hanging way over my ears and collar, with the occasional slight trims here and there with my dad.

10 years later, I'm still in the same house, the same 5 minutes walk to the barber shop and my hair a little longer which was now 9 1/2 inches on the top and the back and sides now 8 inches, but that was about to change..

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