Cutting the hair

Slowly I open my eyes. The wind is blowing lightly and worm around me and the cliffs. Wow, what a dangerous place to remember. If I would have stood here 2 or 3 years ago I would have killed myself in jumping down here. But I'm over it now. At least I think I am.

Somehow the cliffs remind me of the past. I wonder why? I can't see the connection.

I take my MP3-Player off my pocket and put the plugs in. Music, a thing I lost myself in way too often in the last time. But I've got reasons! And like this I make my way back home.

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After shutting the door loudly (hey, I'm really annoyed with the weather! It's raining really heavily!) I pull my hood off and have to face my ruined hair in the mirror. After quite a while I take out the scissors and cut it off. I was so proud of its length but... yeah, somebody sprayed it with color and now it sticks together and you can't brush it properly anymore.

Now I look like a boy, but I don't mind. It's not like anybody would notice. Since nobody cares for me (One exeption: bullies), I can live with it. But I want my long hair back! Oh, yeah, not gonna happen, I forgot.

I have to do some housework (No, there is no evil stepmother) and put out my school uniform, so I don't have to do it tomorrow. Now I can sleep soundly.

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After all: nobody realized my new haircut at all. Not that I expected something else, but I'm a little disappointed.

Nevermind, today I am in a pretty good mood, because in exact one week is the last Friday of the school year. And the last Friday in middle school as well.

In a few weeks I'll join high school. I guess I've really grown up since that day, the day that all happened.

See? What did I say? Whenever I am by the cliffs they remind me of the past. Funny, isn't it? At home I changed into my boy clothes (Yes, boy clothes, they are way cheaper than girl clothes! And now I really look like a boy...).

But since I'm hearing music (again) I can't resist anymore. I just have to dance. So I leave this world again - to come to the world of music and dance, a magic world where I don't have to worry about the problems I really have.

But like this I don't realize what happens around me, not even the unknown woman who is now standing beside me. As I finally see her I stop abruptly.

"You are really into dancing, aren't you?", she asks me with a wondering face.

"Yes, I live it.", I reply and turn towards her, to look her in the eyes.

"What do you mean, you live it?", she states the next question.

"It's almost everything I do.", I explain and grab my things to leave. I've talked enough today and don't plan to say much more. People who talk to me are scary. No one does it. At least no one normal. Beside the bullies, but they only talk to me to punish me for what I've done in the past.

"So you really live it.", she thinks out loud and wonders again.

"Yes I do", I admit smirking lost in my thought, but then I really turn to say goodbye.

But she catches my wrist. "Where are you going?"

"Work.", I murmur while trying to get my hand and wrist back.

As respond she only holds on even tighter. "Why do you work? You're only about 15!"

"14 to be correct, but who doesn't have to work for living?"

"But you are way too young to work!", she argues.

"That may be, but there is no other way than for me to work.", I almost shout. How fast this conversation turned into an argument.

"Why is there no other way?", she asks very calmly.

"I don't want to speak about it with strangers. And then again, why should I?", I shout. Now I've really spoken enough! Why does she still bother me?

"Well then, go work", she sighs and finally let's go.

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I run into the changing rooms and dress up for work. As I take my black jacket out of the closet Qian Qwai, a workmate, comes in.

When I look at her she really looks surprised: "You cut your hair? Why on earth did you do that?"

"Come down, come down! So... you realized?", I ask shyly.

"Hey, sure, who wouldn't?", she responds.

"Let me tell you: Nobody did!"

"Really? It looks so awful, I don't know how you can overlook something like that.", she criticizes me.

"Yeah, thanks, love you too."

"After our shift I'll cut it again, got it?"

"If you really want... sure!"

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Since it's weekend I only get up at 7 o'clock. First I eat, second I dress and third I'm on my way to the cliffs. I let my music play and - like every time - I lose the control over my own body. The time flyes by and I don't even realize. For me it feels like the blink of an eye. And suddenly the strange woman is here again.

"Good morning!", she greets cheerful.

"Morning, what's up again?", I hiss back.

"Guess you don't like me, what have I done?"

"Do I need to like you?", I give back.

"Maybe."

"But I don't see the reason.", I reply.

"Have you got a little time?", she says, without effect.

"Yeah, I guess."

"So, you see, I'm Xiang Xia. And I'm manager of a Boy-Group. I thought I could take you in."

"What? I'm not even a boy! Can't you see that?", I shout at her.

"So you really weren't. Well, I thought so, but no doubt, we'll act this out."

"What? I'm sorry, but I don't understand. What are we going to act out?", I scream-ask.

She doesn't reply, she only goes back to her car. "Pack your bags!" Then she shuts the door of her red sports BMV and drives off.