PRIVATE - milly brooks

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| Friday 18th May 2018 |

The bottle of pink hair dye was sitting infront of me.

I knew this was a stupid, impulsive mistake I was about to make. But, it was just hair dye.

Some of the other kids would bully me for it. Not that I wasn't already a target and a victim.

Impulsively I applied the hair dye.

Why do people cares anyway? It's not their life.

My hair was quite grown out. Past my shoulders. My mom and dad have been trying to get my to get a good cut but I refuse every time. I like having my hair long anyway. It feels more like me.

Despite my lack of care for what people thouhh, I couldn't help but think about what the kids at school would think about me on Monday.

Would they think it looked weird?

It's not like I haven't been chased around the halls being called a fag before. People don't care what they say as long as it brings other people down.

After it set in, I looked in the mirror. All the dark hair that had been there before had been covered in a layer of shiny pink dye. It looked gorgeous.

I snapped a picture and sent it to Sean. He was my childhood best friend, despite the fact he was two years older than me.

Back when I was 7, he had moved away to a different state, but we had stayed in touch anyway.

He responded to my picture with, 'pretty'.

I loved when he calls me pretty. It's not anything weird. In fact, I see him as more of a brother than anything else.

It's more just the compliment pretty. It makes me so happy to the point were words no longer have meaning.

Of course I don't tell anyone this.

I feel like I can't tell anyone anything.

Not many people at least.

But hey, I have Sean! That's worth something.

I sit there in my bed all night, messaging him.

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