Somewhat Ordinary
Alka; that is my name. It is actually ironic that Alka is my name. In Indian, it means a lock of golden hair. I can only laugh at my parent's decision in naming me this. All of my wigs make my name the most ironic thing you could imagine. I have no hair, and probably won't have any for my whole life.It all started, well, at home. I was home alone. I lit some candles and decided to relax and practice some yoga in the living room. Pushing all of the furniture out of the way, I prepared for my relaxation by piling candles everywhere I could fit them. After producing the huge firetrap, I got out my yoga book and started the maneuvers.As I look back I realize I was stupid. It was probably my blonde hair. Anyway, I was trying out a new move, which required me to balance on one foot. Me being Miss Uncoordinated herself, lost my balance and fell. My beautiful blonde hair landed on top of the candles along with the back of my head. Flames shot up from my head and torched my whole scalp. I popped up with the shot of pain on my cranium. I tried choking the fire by pulling my shirt on top of it but it was no help. Screaming and crying, I hurdled over the furniture and sprinted to the kitchen sink. There was a tub of
Little flesh remained on top of my blistering, gruesome head. I was sure I had at least third degree burns. I quickly grabbed my wig and ran to the nearest bathroom. What were my new peers going to think of me? Are they going to tease me? Will I be the center of all the rumors? My mind was full of questions but I decided there was nothing I was going to do but face my fear. I told him the whole story, from the very moment I entered the school. That is when the question entered my mind. This is because my family doesn't have a high income; we could never afford those nice wigs that Dolly Pardon and other famous people have or hair implants. " My life wasn't the same from that point on. I walked in to the living room to put out the candles. I told myself not to think about it and go to bed. Are you there? Don't worry, I am here for you" My eyes felt like they had been frozen shut for days when I finally opened them.
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