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Tilly’s pale green hair stands straight up in the air. Her hair stands up so high it’s as though she’s hung upside down and her hair got stuck that way. My hair is the one thing I wish I could change, Tilly thinks as she sits in the schoolyard balancing her lunch box on her knees. Her Great Aunt Mildred had the same green hair and magical sight but Tilly would swap them both to be the same as everyone else. Tilly sighs and tightens the pink bow in her upright ponytail. She never met her Great Aunt Mildred and would love to know why she’s different and if she had ever seen a real wood witch.
A white cabbage butterfly hovers around Tilly’s sandwich, trying to get her attention, while a leaf cricket climbs on her shoe and tap dances. The butterfly flutters in circles in front of Tilly to cheer her up, the wings flapping so fast they are almost invisible. Tilly chews on her delicious cheese and cucumber sandwich and holds out her finger for the butterfly land on. The butterfly tickles Tilly’s finger, making her smile.
A group of girls from her grade climb on the roped spider web, laughing and whispering secrets. The leader of the whispering girls is Summer. She wears her blonde hair in a bob and her nose glows bright pink and peels as if it’s sunburnt. The girls stroll over to Tilly with their chins high and hands on hips. They all have on matching skorts and polo tops. Tilly tucks her legs under her school dress.