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    Blonde – (Chapter: 1)

    Story written on April 28, 2007 by labelsr4losers.
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    Number of Comments: 12
    Words: 1197
    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=14309
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    You never thought there could be something better then those hands but…there is.

        You don’t understand.

     

        There is no familiar hand dragging itself through your golden hair this gloomy Tuesday morning. You feel out of place and purposeless. You cannot bring yourself to turn around and look, afraid of what you might find there. You don not know what would be worse; finding an empty desk or find her sitting there but not paying any attention to her.

     

        You wait impatiently and you constantly shift yourself in your seat. Several people pass by your desk and give you a quick hello but those comments don’t matter to you. The one that really hits home is "your hair looks really pretty today".

     

        You feel yourself bubble over in anger.

     

        What if you don’t want you hair to look pretty? What if, for once in your life, you wanted people to see past your physical features -minly your hair- and meet the real you? Your anger has paused your thoughts about her for a moment and for once you’re grateful for your blonde locks.

     

        Your teacher is up in the front of the class now calling out the names of her homeroom students to see if they actually managed to make it to class.

     

        "Bailey, Kayden."

     

        "Here…," an unenthusiastic voice replied. You look behind you and watch as that girl in your physics class raises a tentative hand. Your eyes lock for a moment but she quickly casts them downward to stare at the surface of his desk.

     

        "Creevy, Jonah."

     

        You chuckle to yourself. You just love how the teacher does not even bother to call out your name anymore. She knows that you’re here, but then again how could she not? Your hair is like a walking beacon.

     

        "Davies, Ashley."

     

        You sit up straighter in your seat.

     

        This is it. You find yourself silently hoping and whishing that she does not respond to her name. Fear attacks your every nerve ending as you wait in your seat, your heart burning in anticipation.

     

        Silence fills the classroom and after awhile your teacher checks off the brunette’s name on her clipboard. You let out a long breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

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    7. Totally. By far it’s very interesting. Do they not know each other? It seems only in class. I know all about the caste system and if it’s anything like that for them…it’s gonna be tough. All I can say is hang in there; the ride is worth it in the end.

    8. Totally. By far it’s very interesting. Do they not know each other? It seems only in class. I know all about the caste system and if it’s anything like that for them…it’s gonna be tough. All I can say is hang in there; the ride is worth it in the end.

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