Dearest With Red Hair

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  • Published: 12 Sep 2014
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***For the Name On Your Wrist Competition*** Nowadays, The Test is all that matters. School is a minority, friends are a minority even family are minorities. Why waste your time on love and friendship when the world is so full of misery and sadness? Besides, nobody gets to know you. Why not? All they do is look at your hair and every thing they need to know is right there. But for Cassy it isn't right. Why be judged on your hair? She believes in the old days, of freedom and romance. So when she meets Evel, the dashing boy next door and hears of his plans, she decides to join in. What will happen? Will Society take over? And will Evel truly turn out to be her dearest with red hair... **Choice Two Of The Selected Choices**


5. Questions

“Hello Cassy. Please take a seat on the bench whilst I retrieve the sheet of questions. You may lie or sit up, it does not matter.” I nod and sit up. The staff member retrieves the sheet and looks at me.

“I’m Elle and I’ll be asking you the question for The Test. Violet will be the one dying and cutting your hair. All that happens is I ask you questions, and you answer. No lying, that would give false results and you could be given the wrong colour. We wouldn’t want that would we?” She laughs, high-pitched, and smiles.

“But I trust you. I’m sure you trust me and you should certainly trust Violet.” I glance over at Violet. She gives a timid smile and looks away.

“Ok, let’s get started then! Let’s see, this one is quite stupid I find, but what is your favourite colour?”

“Gold,” I answer. The way it shimmers and sparkles and stands out just enthrals me.

“Right, next question. Do you have any siblings?”

“Yes, a brother called Maxwell who is in fact in the cubicle next door.”

“Fantastic. The next few get a bit harder I’m afraid. So, if a stranger and your mother was drowning, who would you save?”

“Easy, my mother.”

“Great. Now, you have can choose anything in the world. Anything at all, ok? What is that thing?” I think about this for a moment. What is that thing? Money? No, there is too much of that. Love? No, love does not exist. A friend? No, that’s impossible. Power? No. Yes. Maybe. That sounds good, to be in control.


“Power of what?” asks Elle. Again, I think about this. It can’t be a small power, because small powers are useless. What use is a small power, a minor power, if you have the chance to have a big power? Perhaps the biggest power? What is the biggest power? Easy question.

“The power of Head,” I say. Elle’s face drains of colour. She glances down at her sheet, the sheet presumably full of answers, and looks back at me. I keep a straight face, not a face of enquiry, nor a face of worry. Just a straight, blank, un-knowing face.

“Um, ah, did you say the power of Head?” Elle asks and I nod. She searches the paper, probably an answer to fit the one I said.

“Violet? Can you come here please?” squeaks Elle and worry floods her eyes. Or is it fear? Or both? Both Elle and Violet search the sheet.

“There isn’t a second sheet?” asks Violet and Elle shakes her head in response. Violet bends down and whispers in Elle’s ear, the words lighting up her eyes with anxiety and un-deniable fear.

“Isn’t there anything else?” she asks but Violet shakes her head.

“Ok, alright, ok. Thank you very much Cassy we have your results.” This shocks me. Is it really that quick? That sudden? Why does she seem so tense?

“Please take a seat in the chair situated where Violet was sitting before and we will give you your new colour.” So I do as I’m told and sit down.

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