Of Hair Dye and Cigarettes
make you feel unpretty too
When she walks into school no one recognizes her. Everyone thinks she’s a new girl, and Fuchsia loves it. They point and stare in the halls, and her name is on everyone’s lips.
“Did you see the new girl?”
“I heard her name was Fuchsia.”
“I heard she smokes a pack a day.”
“I heard she spent a year in juvie for beating a girl up because she stole her pencil.”
“I heard she was accused of killing a man.”
None of these rumors are true, of course, except that her name is Fuchsia. But the other students don’t know that, and she doesn’t do anything to let them know otherwise.
The funny thing is, they can’t look past Fuchsia to see Nora, to see that Fuchsia has been among them all along. They can’t get past the pink hair and the pierced nose and the tight fitting clothes. They can’t look past the (newly bought) cigarettes and the beaten up shoes. No one can see that this was Nora.
Well, everyone except one.
“Did you see the new girl?”
“I heard her name was Fuchsia.”
“I heard she smokes a pack a day.”
“I heard she spent a year in juvie for beating a girl up because she stole her pencil.”
“I heard she was accused of killing a man.”
None of these rumors are true, of course, except that her name is Fuchsia. But the other students don’t know that, and she doesn’t do anything to let them know otherwise.
The funny thing is, they can’t look past Fuchsia to see Nora, to see that Fuchsia has been among them all along. They can’t get past the pink hair and the pierced nose and the tight fitting clothes. They can’t look past the (newly bought) cigarettes and the beaten up shoes. No one can see that this was Nora.
Well, everyone except one.
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