Michael’s challenge this week:
This week write a story for children/young adults that features a red hair girl. Use any format, hopefully one you feel comfortable with.
Jenny was not looking forward to her first day at her new school.
She was used to being teased and bullied about her hair, boys calling her carrot top, or matchstick, and the girls staying well away as if it was some kind of curse that would rub off on them.
Jenny was not only blessed with red hair, but also green eyes and freckles to match. Her dad was dark and her mum a natural blond, so where the red had come from was a mystery.
It had been her choice to grow her hair long though, and it had a natural wave that many a salon visitor would envy. When she ran, it streaked out behind her like a red flag, aflame in the sun and glowing as if on fire. She didn’t mind it one bit, but the teasing at her last school had turned spiteful and nasty. The staff had done nothing, and when she was excluded for hitting a girl who had tried to take a pair of scissors to her hair in an arts and craft class, her parents decided to move her elsewhere.
Today was the day and she stood outside the gates in a new uniform holding her satchel over her shoulder.
‘First day?’ came a voice behind her.
She turned to see a boy about the same age as her a few feet away. She nodded.
‘Know what class you’re in?’
‘3A,’ she replied.
‘Snap. Come on Red, I’ll introduce you to your new classmates.’
The two of them walked in side by side as other pupils suddenly appeared as if by magic.
Jenny couldn’t believe it. Like her companion, most had red, auburn or ginger hair.
He looked at her and grinned.
‘Amazing isn’t it. I’m Ginger by the way.’
She found her self smiling back and looking forward to whatever the day had to offer.