#blonde-haired

You Can Be A Real Pretender

Comfort

When I was a skinny, blond-haired kid there wasn’t much talking goin’ on. I was kinda quiet and low-keyed.

At school, I would inhale the giggles and chatter that bounced off the blue-tinted walls and floated ‘round the classroom.

Still, I was accepted because we were in a school where classmates stayed together. We just changed rooms each year; it created a closeness.

Then came High…