Feather Hair

Born in a small village, Ayesha had always been happy.

She didn't have wavy hazel-brown hair like Brianna, curly ear-length hair like Bloise, or Aliya's straight black hair, fading to deep ocean blue at the end, all the way to her wrist.

Instead, she had feathers as hair.

Pure and white feathers, as if straight from an angel's wings always stuck out of her head, no matter how many times she tried to cut it, especially as a child, it never worked.

The feathers are surprisingly soft, and from a distance away, you can't even tell it's not actual hair, simply because it flows down like a waterfall, just like normal hair.

Despise her flaws, the villagers loved her, although they treat her like a baby that still needs help walking at times, they were always kind towards her, always accepting her, as if she was their very own family.

She was happy, for years, but there's always been something missing, and slowly, she got bored of this small village, the exact same people every single day.

It's time for her to go.