When Meg turned six, she went to school.
No one liked her because, she had red hair.
Meg was different and it made her cry most nights.
When Meg turned seven she moved up a year.
One person pointed out her red hair, and called her a freak.
3 years later, when Meg turned eleven, she started noticing her individuality.
Flat chested, freckled, tall lanky, and finally, red haired Meg.
She realised she was alone.
None of the parents liked her, none of the teachers liked her and none of the kids liked her.
She wanted a friend.
But of course, no one else wanted to be a friend.
When Meg turned twelve, she thought she'd be eternally alone.
She had no one to talk to, and no one to listen to.
On Meg's fourteenth birthday, she realised she wasn't alone.
And bullies were circling in on her like crows.
''Ginger! Ginga! Ginger! Go die in a hole, Meg!'' They'd jeer.
One day Meg woke up, and looked in the mirror.
Today was the day when she would change.
She grabbed a blunt pair of scissors, and cut her wrist untill they were dripping with blood.
She cut her arms.
She cut her legs and she cut her neck.
And finally she cut off all her beautiful red hair.
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Even if you're not strawberry blonde or red-headed, if you see anything like this in your school or surroundings. Tell someone please!
It happened to someone close to me and now they're gone.
Support red-heads<3 They can't help their hair colour! <3