Different

Mama, am I different?

                         As we started walking onto the school grounds I got worried,"What if they see my hair?" I thought. "Mama, am I different?" I asked her.

"Well, you're not exactly different," She replied."you're more like unique. Why do you ask sweetheart?"

"I'm just nervous because...you know why," I said disappointedly. 

"Oh honey,"she said sympathetically."that's the real thing that makes you.. you. You're beautiful, smart, and unique. And that's the most important thing about you."

"I never thought about it that way... I thought it was just the negative about me," I replied, now understanding it.

"Now, you don't wanna be late on your first day, do you now? I bet not! Remember I packed your lunch, and have a good day!" Mama said rushingly.

"Thanks, Mama! I'll see you after school!" I cheerfully said as I made it inside. It was a huge school, but I luckily remember where everything is.My sis Crystal already made it inside, so i don't worry much. I make my way to my locker. I don't really have "friends" but people know me and just hang out with me because they think that I can get away with dyeing my hair. But thank goodness the teachers and staff know of my condition.

You might be wondering,"What condition?" Well you see, I have the MOST STRANGEST hair on the face of the earth.! It's dumb to say it but I really do! Specifically purple, pink, and yellow.( The craziest part is that none and I mean NONE of my ancestors or anybody in my family has this condition.) I feel like I'm cursed but also blessed by God with this condition.

In the classroom there's only like sixteen kids including me. We have the smallest classroom in the school. But I also hate two of the most empty headed girls in the school , Wendy and Charlotte. Stupid but popular. I know the bible tells me to love people, I hate them.

"Hey Hipee  girl," Wendy says in a mockingly fashion. Typical for a brat like her. 

I think to myself, "Uh Oh..."