Your hair is blonde but you wish it wasn’t. You doin’t like the stereotypical comments you recieve because of your blonde, wavy locks. People think it defines you, who you are, and how you live your life. People believe on first sight that you are stupid and that common sense will forever elude you. You are expected to run into doors and make random comments such as "why is the sky blue?"

    You are a cheerleader. Not by choice but in fear. Fear of losing your status and becoming a no one. It is better to be fake and lie to yourself than be a no one…isn’t it?

    Once again your hair comes into play. You look just like a cheerleader should, your entire body, from head to toe reeks of popular cheerbitch. You sometimes wonder if you were accepted onto the squad merely because of her hair and not your dancing skills.

    You consider dying your hair a different color, maybe a soft brown, to finally rid yourself of all of the annoying comments but she always stops you. You are scared that if you change your hair she will forget you. The only time you get to spend time with her is when she is playing with her hair in the back of your homeroom class. The only way she recognizes you is by your streaming blonde hair.

    You’re scared that if she no longer admires your hair, she will no longer pay any attention to you and you don’t think that you could handle that. You live for that time of day when she sits behind you and rhythmically strokes your hair.

    You want to talk to her and many a time you are drawn to the point where you open your mouth to form words, but they never come out, because your fear immediately brings you to snap your mouth closed again. You cannot bring yourself to do it because above all else you fear rejection. Not all rejection mind, just rejection from her.

    You don’t know how to tell her how you feel because you, honestly, don’t even know how you feel.

    So for now you remain quiet and let her soft fingers run up and down through your hair. You find it sickingly amusing that the one thing you hate is to one thing you cannot live without.