At the Dallas Institute, people have always been discriminate for the colour of their hair. Normally, those who are above the social pyramid are those who are blond. Then there are the brown hair, those with black hair and finally the redheads. The institute was very famous, because the institute is very good and the people who go there always end up doing something great in life. The teachers did not send many home works, and the boys there were very intelligent or very rich.
Samantha arrives new to the institute without knowing anything about the stupid discrimination that the students do. Her natural blue hair, as long as his waist and his eyes as blue as his hair.
It was her first day, but she was not nervous. In the idea of her perfect day, was not go to the high school. Days were missing, before someone started to mock by her natural hair, and so the people would not wait to insult and discriminate her, and she counted the days with her fingers to force her parents to move to the other point of the country. The truth was that she did not care, she had learned to love himself and she did not need anyone to do it. When she got off her Mercedes with the polarized windows, everyone focused on her hair, and she without looking at anyone, went to the secretary to take her timetable and her keys from the box office.
Everyone was amazed. That a new girl arrived in the middle of a trimester was strange, and that she arrived with blue hair, even more so.
Samantha went to the secretary with her head held high and not realizing that all the students looked at her with pain.
When Samantha arrived, the secretary led him to the principal office, a well-dressed man with no hair on the top of his head was waiting for her. The director made she enter very kindly and began to explain the situation of the school, that different things had been tried and by different means that the students stopped discriminating by the colour of their hair, but, for a strange reason, none of them they were willing to leave that. She understood, since her strange hair colour had led her to many confrontations with her companions in previous years. When she left the office, she saw that everyone was already in their respective classes, and she ran to her locker to pick up her books and see her timetable. Mathematics, a class that she hated, but instead she was very good at it. Arriving in front of the class, she recovered a bit for his career and knocked on the door with three touches. An enter made her react and she walk a little embarrassed. The maths teacher, a boy who was not over forty made him appear in front of all the people who looked at her as if it were an experiment. At the end, a person asked if she was painted her hair, and she, surely said that it was natural, which made that all the students laugh without stopping. The teacher sent them to silence and made Samantha sit down.
She very lazily went to the only place that was free, next to a blond boy who wore the shirt of the soccer players of that school. Smiling, he put his backpack on top of the chair, and with pleasure said that the chair was occupied. All the guys behind the player laughed, but they fell silent in amazement to see that Samantha had thrown her backpack on the floor and had settled well in the chair.
There was already talk of the new girl in the high school newspaper when Samantha left her first class. People left their place as if they were going to bite. In the institute it was said that the new girl had to occupy some place in the social pyramid, but Samantha, ignorant of that, just walked to her next class, Art
Samantha was very good at the art, she just needed a bit of concentration and silence, but with the classmates she had behind she could not work, but since she did not want to get into trouble, she shut up.
The worst came the next day, where the blondes made themselves felt insulting him, shouting and hitting. Samantha was calm because she knew they would get tired and
ignore it. And so it happened, after a few months of insults and screams, the blondes got tired of her ignoring them and kept quiet to the point of ignoring her completely. There was only one person from the blondes who still insulted her, Mike, that guy who had thrown her backpack on the floor her first day.
The next week, Mike was ready, he had the colours and the cameras. He just had to wait. Samantha just went to see what was going to happen in that class. She knew that the blondes were not going to do anything good, but that they said it on the walls seemed very suspicious to her. When she arrived at the class, all she found were chairs and tables. Feeling stupid, she turned around, but saw nothing, since some guys had thrown paint all over her body, which made her scream and fall. The only thing that she heard were laughter and flashes of cameras. A voice told her not to get involved with the blondes, but she only did was wipe her face with her hands and go very angry there.
The next day everyone knew what happened with Samantha, like not knowing, if the blond had hung the pictures on the walls of the insults with phrases like "red fits me better" or "do not mess with us" and the video in You tube. Samantha only ignored everyone who looked at her and pointed her out and went to class to come up with her next move.
She just needed to know what her car was, a very typical joke, but that can cause a lot of confusion to her victim. The only thing that she did was to follow him with her Mercedes to a supermarket, where he made the line long so that he would have time to put an end to his joke. When Mike left the supermarket, half an hour later he found his beautiful and precious car wrapped in supermarket trolleys and full of blue post-its. Angrily he took out all the cars, which made him take another half hour and upon entering, a very particular smell made him get out of the car and have to return by bus, which he had never done before.
In high school Mike went to talk to Samantha, and told him that it had to end, he was tired of all the jokes, and told him that he swore he would not make any joke, that he was fed up and that he would change the rules of the institute, because it was his grandfather who put them. Samantha did not believe it at all, pro Mike did, the next day he made a great speech in the middle of the whole yard, he realized that we were all the same, and that it had to end. What Samantha did not know was that she had done all that for her, for what she felt and for what she wanted, that's why, the last week of the course, Mike asked her to go with him to the high school dance, something that she was very funny, although, admitting it, she had liked to be asked. She very gladly answered yes.
Somos las clases es Spanish 1, 2 y 3 de Conotton Valley High School, los alumnos del proyecto de innovación Lectorama del IES Gadea y los alumnos de inglés de 3B y 3C del IES La Patacona