Unworthy
what a joke, this was the fifth school this year, and she felt a little guilty at the fact that mom and dad had actually had to move this time, halfway across the country because Lisa had run out of schools willing to take a risk on her in Texas.
A quick shower later, and she had grabbed the brush to attack her hair with. It was a daily battle with her long curls, and she cursed at her mongrel hair, a strange combination of midnight black locks with blue streaks, all-natural, that had a weird white shimmer to it in the dark.