Pink Hair Prologue I really do have pink hair. It was once blue and one time it even went green. My real hair colour is brown, but brown is so bland, boring. My mum always disapproves of my hair. “Why can't you just be like other girls Lucy?” She'd say. I guess I wasn't like the other girls. I was often in my own world, listening to music in my room, on my laptop, door shut. Whilst they would be together shopping at New Look or whatever it's called. And they'd be wearing such trendy clothes. I simply wear cute hoodies and slouchy jeans with hi-tops. I really don't see the point in dressing up so fancily. It seemed I was the complete opposite to them. I loved rock music, but they were all for pop and boy-bands. I never did my homework, they had it in as soon as possible. I always wanted to be different. I just guess my mum didn't want it that way. She isn't exactly a snappy dresser herself. And she is often so hateful, I wish I lived elsewhere. ************************************