In Defense Of The Green Haired Freak
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“She called you a green haired freak?”
“Yes. Yes.” Anne waved. They had covered that already.
“To your face?” Ginny was indignant.
“Yes. Ginny, that’s not important.” Anne didn’t know why her little sister was dwelling on it. So Fawn called her a name. No big deal. She had been called worse.
A guy hovered near them, indecision on his face.
“I think it is important.” Ginny’s frown scared him away. “No one calls my sister a green haired freak and gets away with it.” She pounded the chair arm, careful not to mess up her perfect manicure. Ginny had been getting her nails done since she accumulated enough allowance money to do so. “Uh, uh. Not my sister.”
That sounded like an agreement. “Then you’ll help?”
“Do you have to ask?” Ginny looked hurt. “Of course, I’ll help. We’re sisters. That’s what sisters do. And this girl shouldn’t have called you that. It was not nice.”
“I do have green hair.” Anne, to be fair, had to point out.
“I don’t know why.” Blonde hair bounced. “So Stanley asked you, that doesn’t mean you have to say yes. For a smart girl, Annie, sometimes you do some dumb things. Like that shirt you’re wearing. Those colors. Not flattering.” Disgust. “You should let me dress you.”
This again. She wasn’t going to be Ginny’s Barbie doll. “These are the school colors, Ginny.”
“Why are all academics color blind?” Her sister muttered.
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