The "Bob"

On the first day of high school, I stepped into crowded hallway to see blonde, brown, black, and red locks cascading down shoulders. It seemed like every girl had long hair. I think everyone wanted to look older and supposedly long hair did just that. If that was the case, I probably looked like an eight year-old. I ran my fingers through my hair, glancing at my freshly cut ends as they fell against my cheek. Dealing with my bob haircut was a little awkward at first, but I eventually came to love how quirky and unique it was.

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