Identity (standard:other, 1052 words)
Author: Zaph Karinth	Added: Jun 09 2002	Views/Reads: 3130/1945	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This story is kind of an experiment...I was pondering what makes up a person's identity. What can people tell from one's appearance? If someone were to look at me, what could they know about me or my life? Everything written here is true.

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her back had not diminished.  She straightened the plates in her 
uniform jumper and walked into the classroom. 

The stares and gasps were expected and satisfying, but still a bit
daunting.  In her few weeks year of school had not yet met anyone she 
could confidently call a friend, but she was comforted by the smiles 
that seemed to accompany these reactions and began to forget her new 
appearance. 

While waiting for her grandmother to pick her up, she sat at the table
designated for first graders, although the title was unspoken.  A girl 
from her class also awaited her ride, and they quickly and easily 
became friends, as those so young tend to do. 

Without warning, a tall girl walked slowly towards their table.  She was
obviously quite a few grades higher, and her long dark brown hair hung 
over her shoulders.  A few others, just as tall, followed close behind 
her.  They stood before the two girls, looking down upon them 
intimidatingly. 

Her new friend edged away, observing the situation uneasily.  The tall
girl pointed and smirked cruelly, but her finger did not point at the 
friend.  It indicated the short hair of the other.  "Look at her, it's 
so stupid, she cut her hair just to look like her friend."  The comment 
was followed by derisive laughter.  She hung her head.  It was true.  
Her best friend of a different school had cut her hair boyishly short, 
and in an effort to be closer to her in every way possible, she had 
followed suit. 

The remarks continued, but she did not hear them.  Her eyes clenched
tight, fighting the tears she knew were already showing plainly on her 
cheeks.  How had the taller girl known that?  Why did it matter why she 
cut her hair?  The sneering voices ceased for a moment, and she looked 
up into their faces with a glare that only weakly masked her pain.  Her 
new friend clasped both her shoulders and guided her away from the 
tables and into the bathroom. 

She stared at her tearstained face and fiercely rubbed her eyes, willing
the tears to disappear.  She narrowed her red eyes.  "I will never copy 
anyone else again." 

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