Into The Night

Five

The whole weekend consisted of me running around, boarding, walking and exploring the place. I've counted the many places I can hide in, use for rendezvous, and a load more stuff to use them for. . . I've found places to put some colour in as well.

I kept scratching my head for the rest of the weekend because I felt like there is always something missing. . . and there is! I know that, my curls are gone! The sides, are completely thinned out while the top just had these quiffs but other than that. . . gone!

"Stop scratching!" Niall said, he also got a haircut, but that's his usual hairstyle and of course he's used to it. I even asked him earlier about why he's still got blond hair when he is a natural brunet but he said that's the way they've known him and that's the way it'll remain. . . and I accused him for being a liar –which he is.

I kept scratching, "Easy for you, my curls are gone!" I yelled. Heads all over the halls turned to look at me yet ignored me just a second after.

Now that the first week is over, we are obliged –no, actually mandated– to wear our uniforms. Don't get me wrong, they are actually quite comfortable and have very likeable colours, but to me, it makes a place full of students, for example hallways and schools, plain. We are all at the same colour and it seemed a bit more like we're controlled. Despite that, I love the uniform.

It almost looks like a three-piece suit but just almost. Light grey shirt on the inside with a black sweater on it and a plain black tie. Also, added with dark grey slacks and of course, black shoes. It's the same with the ladies although instead of slacks, they wore checkered black, grey and white skirts above their knees and black stockings.

Yes, we are plain in colour though I can never say no to black. It's the most satisfying uniform I've ever had, actually.

But still, the haircut thing is annoying!

"I said, stop scratching," Niall ordered like a boss.

I rolled my eyes and continued scratching as I know it'll annoy him. "Make me."

"One of these days. . .," he mumbled, groaning.

"Oh I hope getting my hair cut is worth it," I said. "Because if it isn't, trust me, I'll make it worth it," and then I warned.

He shrugged in an obviously bored way. "When that day comes," he smirked, "better prepare yourself too, amigo."

"Oh is that how it's gonna be?" I asked, chuckling since I sense a bit mischief in his tone. Even though it meant busting my ass if I make a mistake, it'll be a fun game. Honestly, it'll make my life here in Canada more exciting.

"Oh that is how it's gonna be," He replied, chuckling as well. I know that tone when I hear it. . . games.

But, like in any other game, I've got to have a strategy, right now all I can think of is: wait. Wait for the right moment.

Classes were alright, our adviser, old Mrs. Gordon smirked in satisfaction as she found out most of her students have standard haircuts. . . apart from a couple of them who disregarded the rules.

Nope, I definitely do not like other rule breakers apart from my friends.

During lunch time, I ordered Mac and Cheese and I went forward to the gang. Of course, I had a decent talk with all of them. This time, I've got a spot in between Ronnie and Niall while in front of me is pretty lady Kendall, beside her is the ever-prim Taylor.

"Mac and cheese? I'm sort of already sick with that," Kendall commented.

I shrugged as I nibbled on a few bits of my food, and then I swallowed, "Can't complain about that, love. It's delicious," I replied, licking my lips.