When I dyed my hair pink, my friends became enemies, my enemies became my friends. My teacher was dragging my knowledge out of my brain, just because of a hair dye.
I quietly slipped in to my class place, after the summer holidays. I was really hoping that no-one would notice my hair, but they did. The words they said kept drilling into my brain, harder and harder.
"You look like a giraffe!"
"Way to go, Mellie smellie."
And that was just from the receptions. It got worse throughout the school, and I can't cope with it any more.