Simon felt a chill down his spine when he felt the scissors chop through the first strand of hair. He saw one of the jocks run of to a corner of the room and pick up some sort of green tube. He thought he recognized it as some sort of hair gel. He wasn’t sure what they had planned for him but he was sure he wasn’t going to like it.
He’d never been one for cool, fancy hair cuts. He always settled for a his greasy black hair that his mother cut for him. Being the nerd that he was, it just wasn’t something he worried about.
He saw another strand of hair fall down – greasy black hair. It disgusted him. After another hour or so of this the man with the gel came up and started spiking his now short, black hair.
“I think we’re done, guys. Somebody hand me the mirror.”
He put the mirror up to Simon’s face. “Can you see yourself, nerd?”
Yes, he could. And he looked really funny. He pale, ugly face was framed by a handsome, jock cut. It looked very funny but he knew they had more in mind for him.