Tale Weaver – #316 – 25 February – The Red Hair Girl

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.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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25 Responses to Tale Weaver – #316 – 25 February – The Red Hair Girl

  1. kittysverses says:

    Beautiful story. 🙂

  2. murisopsis says:

    As a red-head I know the feeling of standing out in a crowd. It is always comforting to finally find your tribe…

  3. Lorraine says:

    Wonderful to find a school where you are the norm, not the exception. I used to colour my hair reddish; there was some natural red highlights there. My father had dark hair, and a red moustache!

    • Hubby has very little hair on his head now, but if he grew a beard, apparently that would be red!!!

      • Lorraine says:

        My father was a tri-colour +: his hair was dark, his beard (when he grew it — grizzley grey, and his moustache (which he always had!) was red! His mother was a carrot-top. When she got her hair cut for the first time, she saved her braid — such a brilliant shade of red! Her daughter was a strawberry blonde. I used to add red highlights to my hair, or dye it a rich auburn. Now, well it’s grey, and brown, and grey and brown and . . .

      • I was very dark haired when I was younger, almost black, and in the summer it would go a couple of shades lighter. Now I’m peppered
        but surprisingly at 64, still have a lot of dark hair

      • Lorraine says:

        My mother had a few grey hairs when she passed at 81! Her father, I’m told, had no grey hair when he passed at 80! I don’t take after my mother’s side. Full thick heads of hair to the end; I’ve been thinning for several years. Realized that I am vain, after all, as I look back at pictures when I had so much more hair!

      • I keep mine long now as it;s easier to manage. I hope to be able to sit on it at some stage. Got a way to go yet though, but Hubby says it’s touching my waist…….. just!! That’s the longest I’ve ever had it.

      • Lorraine says:

        Mine is usually below my shoulders or longer. Used to get it cut about once a year. Trouble is if I let it go too long, it gets all tangley (not growing new stuff), and my sensitive scalp doesn’t like anything stronger than baby-type shampoo!
        My mother was a hair dresser — first time I got my hair cut in a salon — I was in my mid-30s!
        Always wanted to have super long hair like that! Never got as far as my waist — when I was younger, it was long enough to make two braids and wrap around my head.

      • I always had short hair at school. These days, it’s easier to keep tidy being long, and I can trim it myself.

  4. Sadje says:

    How lucky for her.

  5. Carol anne says:

    Awww red hair is so beautiful! ❤

  6. Michael says:

    Great story Di. My granddaughter is a red head, very smart and will soon be running the world.

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