Dirty Blonde Hair

The school was quite an old building but the children's laughter and happiness filled the air of southern England. But a girl with dirty blonde hair sat there all alone, looking down at the small flowers that emerged from the lush green grass. They all looked at her worn out clothes and her notted hair. It didn't affect her on the outside, but the anger lingered inside her like a balloon slowly being filled with air until popping with a loud bang. She wasn't happy. She wasn't sad. She was Poppy the outcast girl with dirty blonde hair.