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Sid stared at himself in his mirror. It was cracked from the other day when he had punched it, but it was still mostly intact. He took one hand and lifted a strand of black hair up and out. He had been growing his hair out since the seventh grade. It was to the middle of his back now.
There was a pair of scissors on the ledge of the sink. Sid picked them up and chopped off the strand of hair he was holding. Strand upon strand of silky black hair fell to the ground. Sid spent the next few minutes making sure it all was even.
He looked a lot different. His ears stuck out more, now that there wasn't a curtain of hair to cover them. The cut was long by normal standards, pieces grazed the tips of his ears and eyebrows. It was exceedingly short to Sid, but he felt different, like all the hair on the ground had been weighing him down and sucking energy out of his body.
Sid smiled at his reflection for once, but he couldn't see himself smile, because the mirror was cracked. He just got several red eyes and sharp grins reflected back at him.