“I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to keep you home this one time,” she stated, “it’s only Friday, so it’s not like you’ll miss too much. But she also knew not to press, that doing so would only cause you to retreat more into your shell. She eyed you for a moment as if trying to find any clues that would tell her you were lying she was your mother after all, and she knew when there was something going on with her baby. “I’m just a little tired today,” you lied, “haven’t really been getting enough sleep.” It just didn’t seem like their problem to deal with. You claimed that it was just them being childish and that it was nothing you couldn’t handle, but really you didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. Since the bullying started, you hadn’t really told anyone about it the only two people who did know about it were Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade, and you had made them promise not to tell anyone. “Is there a reason you aren’t wanting to go to school today?” She questioned. Her movements caused you to push your body into an upright position, pulling your knees against your chest. Smiling endearingly, your mom glided over to you gracefully before sitting down beside you. “Mom,” you hummed, pleadingly, “do you think I can stay home today?” “Darling,” your mother’s sweet voice rang as she opened your bedroom door, “you’ll be late if you don’t get a move on it.” It was red, a copper red to be exact, and for some reason everyone at school found it hilarious. Their words had you looking in the mirror teetering between dying your hair or dropping out of school permanently sometimes you found yourself playing with a single strand thinking about the color. And while on the outside you looked unbothered by the constant harassment of your peers, on the inside you felt disgusting and ugly. Getting up for school was harder than you ever imagined it would be your once relaxing, euphoric morning ritual was now tainted with anxious fear of what today would hold for you. When Dally witnesses a group of Socs tugging and harassing you about your red hair, he steps in to protect you.
Though you try to pretend that it doesn’t bother you, you’ve started to change and Dallas Winston is the only one who’s noticed. Synopsis: Your red hair makes you a constant target for bullying because of its color.
*Warning: fluff, cussing, bullying, whatever else is considered a warning.*
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