It started when I was in elementary, I was always different... different hair that was naturally red in a town full of brunettes blonds and just not my hair color. I was able to be picked out easily from a crowd and I guess that was a good thing to stand out and not fit in
But as the years went on I started to realize the looks I would get and I went to ask my parents about why my hair was the way that it was and they said it was natural.
"Mom Dad why do I look different from other people?" my parents looked at each other.
"Honey it is ok to be different from others and stand out." Mom said
"But it doesn't feel like it" I mumbled
"Honey you may not understand it right now but when you get older you will."
"But I want to know now" "why?" I stated
"We will tell you when you are older now go get ready for dinner."
I stomped up the steps and went to my room I slammed the door.
"HEY DONT BE SLAMMING DOORS IN MY HOUSE!" said my mom.
You know that when you are alone you let out all of your feelings that you can't say to your parents yea that's just what I did.
"Why can't they tell me, who do they think they are" i paced the room then face planted in the bed yelling and kicking them pretending my pillows were them and beating them.
Parents pov
Baby she has to know sooner than later our time is almost up said her father I know but she's to young to know said my mother she is 14 I think it should be now before she turns.
Her birthday isn't until two months we have enough time that is when we will tell her.
This is my first time ever writing a book but bear with it as I grow and feel free to give advise
Thank you love you all and give ideas
