Into The Night

Five

Friday was supposed to be alright. . . heck, the week was supposed to be alright but then, our adviser, just this homeroom had to come.

From the moment I saw her during the first day, I know I wouldn't get along well with her. She's already about in her forties, some grey hair showing up here and there already, and with the strictest voice that signifies she'd kill you if you put one toe out of line.

I won't give her a headache. . . at least not now. I'm still familiarising myself with the place.

Just a few minutes before the bell rung, she said, "One last reminder. . ."

She started walking around the class, looking at us directly. Some of them couldn't even look at her eye to eye but I've been so used to that, I managed to.

"On Monday morning, I want each and everyone of the gentlemen to have the standard, proper haircut," She said.

And I forgot about that teeny tiny detail. My eyes widened, of course I won't be exempted. I don't want to cut my hair! I've gone for a bit of trouble just to have it grown again, now they just want me to cut it?!

"None of you will be an exception," She said and then looked right at me. She points to my curls using her ruler while saying, "I want these curls gone by Monday, understood?!" And she yelled the last part.

Oh great, now she recognised me and that meant I really have to cut my hair. . . damn.

"Yes, ma'am," I said politely, when in reality, I am muttering curses about how she should forget about such a little thing.

Honestly, what's a haircut got to do with learning?! So long as I can see through properly, and I'm learning, what's the bad side of having my own hairstyle?!

And then she turned away, doing the same thing with everyone with awful haircuts, only with different phrases but with the same meaning.

"I don't freaking want to cut my hair!" I yelled at Niall once we are inside the room. "What the bloody hell has that got to do with education?!" I yelled, "I mean come on!"

I yelled it the way Jim Carrey did in one of his movies.

I dropped my bag at the doorway and pulled my hair like I'm going crazy. I keep groaning and groaning in annoyance while Niall laughed at me.

"Harry, that's just standard rules. If you break that, then bye bye Canada," He teased but it is, in fact, true.

"Fine!" I said, partly grumbling. "I don't even want to stay here anyways. Have fun." I sunk on my bed and then pulled the covers above my head.

"You say that like you haven't had fun," He said.

"I haven't!" I yelled, and I'm lying. "Come on, Niall, how do you expect me to have fun when there's the rules-police on my arse every minute of the day!"

Niall didn't take it personally. He laughed again, "You'll get used to it," He said. "You have to."

I rolled my eyes and closed them after, not bothering to reply to Niall. Come on! Most of the schools had already given freedom to their students, why can't Hansson give that to theirs?! It's just a haircut! That will never affect the student's capability to learn.

But then again, they're the adults, they run the place, they're older so that meant I'm overruled even though there's most likely a million out there who has the same opinion.

Monday rolled in pretty quick, most of the folks that had known me complimented about my new haircut, I always politely reply but, inside, that never helped my rebellious mind. I might take this prank resistance out a bit earlier. Honestly, I don't want to cause trouble during the first month, I really want to figure this place out for now.