Novel & Cerita Bright Red Long Hair

Then we had to meet in school and the same type of bullying keeps taking place. There is a narrative about my hair that always leave them feeling unsettled and I don’t even know what to do about that. Being the only one with my type of red hair also triggers the hell out of them. “Don’t worry about telling her to dye it. I have the perfect remedy for her.” Jax’s new girlfriend of this month Cara stepped up with an evil grin on her face. She is your typical highschool bully witj long bleached blonde hair, wide brown eyes that is always heavily lashed with artificial eye lashes and make up. I have never seen her natural and it seems like Jax prefers them like this.

My scalp was itching and my neck was starting to ache from the sink, but finally, it was time for the big reveal. The stylists led us back to the chairs for the final drying and setting. They had turned our chairs away from the mirrors so it would be a surprise. I could feel the heat of the dryer against my head, and I prayed to the goddess that I wouldn't regret this. "Okay, ready?" the stylist asked. She spun my chair around first. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. My hair was red. Not a subtle, brownish-red, but a deep, vibrant, fiery crimson that seemed to glow under the salon lights. It was the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I looked like a completely different person. I

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm sure it's either greatly stupid or stupidly great." "Well, who knows?" I straightened my back. "But you know, compared to the other royalty in this school, their looks are the most unique." Without the cloaks hiding or the night overshadowing their features, I could finally see what they really looked like. The one on the right had teal-colored hair that was parted on the right side of his head as a longer, blood-red strand of his hair framed the left side of his face until a few inches below his chin. Did someone chop his hair the wrong way? I wondered in my head as I stared at his weird hairstyle.

“You’re right Hazel and oh Nina it’s important that you give us a colour to work with “ insisted Scarllet “Uhmm, I don’t have a beat colour but Aiden said Red looks good on me” I said with a small smile “No, red is going to be too shorty and then it will all collide with your hair colour …we need another colour , there’s a lot of colour options out there “ suggested Scarllet

He gave her a wink. She had to smile. Elbow on the table, she rested her chin on her hand before she risked her most burning question. "I look a little bit like her. Is that weird?" His sigh was deep. "It's true, you both have red hair. But Tara's eyes were light brown. Yours are much darker. And you have a completely different spirit, which to me makes you different as night and day." "How is my spirit different?"

he says suddenly, leaning to the side and letting his eyes rove through the lengths peeking across her shoulder and back from under her working hands. Her hands still for a second. “What about it?” “It’s different in this light.” She resumes the massage, slower now. “Different how?” He tilts his head slightly, as though considering. “Darker, not as bright. Still red, just… deeper. Like Crimson instead of that bright shade of red.” She swallows. “You’ve always noticed people’s hair.” “Yes.” He pauses. “I’ve always noticed red hair, it’s like a magnet for me, you know.”

The woman in my arms is oblivious to how she looks. When she walks into the bar this evening, every man in the room turns to watch her, captivated by her long, smooth legs, creamy white skin begging to be touched, a slender figure with enchanting golden-brown eyes. But the most astonishing thing about her is her striking red hair, so vibrant it can only be described as Ruby red. As she approaches the bar, fidgeting as if she’s a housewife about to meet a secret lover, I can’t resist striking up a conversation with her. To my surprise, she not only responds but checks me out enough for me to know she’s interested.

“I mean, with a popular brother in the school team and blonde-” “I’m not their kind of blond. I have this stupid frizzy light yellow hair that makes my pale face look paler. I mean, if I had your beautiful brown hair or Nora’s lush red hair-” Both Zehra and Nora rolled their eyes. “-and either yours or Nora’s complexion-” “Okay, shut up,” Nora intervened. “I’m literally a Black girl with red hair. There couldn’t be a worse combination,” Zehra laughed. “How did that happen anyway?”

Richard growled. The crowd of people separated making a way in the middle, and there stands a 6'5 man with brown chocolate hair cut from the sides and long on top with little flecks falling on his scalp, he had muscles and some veins where popping out from his arms, he was wearing a shirt which he folded its arm length to his elbows and he wore black tights jeans with black boots, he looked like he's from some bike gang or something,with two sets of brown eyes.

I said as he laid his head in my lap. “What do you mean?” He asked. I ran my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. His hair was dyed in a dark red shade, a very dangerous shade if i say so myself. Because it’s him, he pulled off that handsome-but-dangerous look. If someone else was to copy him, They would be a laughing stock.