(MAJOR EDITING, PLEASE DON'T ATTACK ME!!!)
Hello! Okay so The Girl With the Pink Hair (TGWTPH) is made from my imagination. If someone had already thought of a book like this, I did not know, and I do deeply apologize.
This is book is being published for fun and for a challenge, my siblings and I are trying to see who would get the most views on a brand new book, so please check this out.
Please vote, follow, comment and share! (This book is MOSTLY in Aisha's POV!)
Also all characters are mine and are made up. I am only publishing the Author Note/ Preview for now, but will publish the first chapter another time.
If you'd like a preview, here it is:
Prologue:
I felt scared and alarmed when I saw Her walking towards me. Her is also known as Amber Rose, the biggest mouth in the whole Country Day High School.
Amber Rose, for some reason, hates me, and I hate her back. There's no reason for her to hate me. Yet she does. I mean, yeah sure, everyone has a bully, but what did I do to deserve one?
Anyway, she came up to me and yelled, "I hate you! And everyone will too!"
Then she yanked off my black wig. A feeling of helplessness and weakness washed over me.
I couldn't stand up to her— I couldn't fight her. She's powerful, I'm weak. She's beautiful, I'm... ugly.
At this point, I tried not to let her mean ways get to me, but all my attempts have failed. I often worry that I'll lose my only friend and best friend, Blossom. The only one who can truly accept me for who I really am.
I grabbed my backpack and made a run for it. I had to make it home. I could never come to this horrible school ever again. I don't belong here.
I never will.
I felt someone try to embrace me. Looking up, I saw Issac Armstrong. Great, he saw that, too. Now he knows how pathetic I truly am.
"Are you okay?" He asked me, worriedly staring at my face and waiting for an answer.
"What does it look like?" I yelled at him, feeling my face heat up with anger.
I squirmed out of his grasp, continuing my journey out the school. As I ran with full speed, everyone outside stared at me in horror.
Like they've never seen a black girl with pink hair before.
I'm not sure where I'm even going, I can't think straight.
The only thing I'm sure of, though, is that I'm never coming back here ever again.
I don't belong here.
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I was born with pink hair. And I've always loved it. Until people started hating it.
That made me hate it, too.
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A/N: Okay folks, this is the Author Note/ Preview, even though it probably sounds like the first chapter, it's not.
EDIT: I just finished editing this chapter! Same basic idea, just written in a slightly better way!
- Mmie