It all started, well, at home. I was home alone. I lit some candles and decided to relax and practice some yoga in the living room. Pushing all of the furniture out of the way, I prepared for my relaxation by piling candles everywhere I could fit them. After producing the huge firetrap, I got out my yoga book and started the maneuvers.

As I look back I realize I was stupid. It was probably my blonde hair. Anyway, I was trying out a new move, which required me to balance on one foot. Me being Miss Uncoordinated herself, lost my balance and fell. My beautiful blonde hair landed on top of the candles along with the back of my head. Flames shot up from my head and torched my whole scalp. I popped up with the shot of pain on my cranium. I tried choking the fire by pulling my shirt on top of it but it was no help. Screaming and crying, I hurdled over the furniture and sprinted to the kitchen sink. There was a tub of

"What happened? Why are you home so early?" He commented with a stuffy nose. I told him the whole story, from the very moment I entered the school. Then my father made a comment that made sense. "The only reason that you came home early is that you THINK that they were talking about you. Even if they were talking about you, you don't know they were saying bad things. Tomorrow, when you go to school, just remember that they are not necessarily talking about you." I took my father's advice and the next day was much better.

"The doctor said that, well, you probably won't have hair."

dirty dishwater sitting there with pieces of food floating in it. I dunked my burning head into it as you might do if you were bobbing for apples. The fire sizzled out and I pulled my head from the smelly, brown water.

I was in the hospital for 6 days. I returned home to find the house back as it was before the incident happened. There were neither candles nor dirty dishwater. The furniture was back in its original place and there were no signs of fire on our wooden floor. I went up into my room to rest. I climbed the narrow stairs, which led to my safehaven. I entered my room and fell onto my bed. I pulled the covers up to my shoulders and proceeded to go to sleep. The moment before I closed my eyes I saw all of my hair products on my vanity. A single tear fell from my eye. I told myself not to think about it and go to bed.

I don't know what happened in class that day. All I remember is what happened in the hallways. Everywhere I looked people were snickering in others ears while their eyes were staring me up and down. I could not stop fiddling with my hair and making it straight. People were laughing and whispering at me not to mention they all had disgusted faces. I couldn't bear it any longer. I felt like an outcast. No one was on my side. I had to leave. I ran to the entrance and bolted through the doors. My first day at high school was now over.

My second day of high school started just as the day before did. It seemed like a bad case of deja vu. I saw the Gothic people, then I saw my enemy. We exchanged glares and I proceeded to walk down the hall. I heard the whispers and saw the stares. I almost freaked out but then I heard my stuffed up dad in my head. I imagined all of those girls who were staring at me, were terribly jealous

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