Weirdo: a Short Story

Prompt: A story about something red.

They always talk about gene mutations. My sister and her friends always call me a weirdo. I prefer “one of a kind” or “limited edition”, but they just smirk. It’s exhausting being the weirdo.

Like, at school, we do these informal surveys and then we have to find percentages of people with certain characteristics. I’m always the outlier.

Always the weirdo.

And it’s not like I can hide it. I’m the only kid in the fourth grade with the mutation.

I hate it.

My teacher calls me “special”, but everyone knows special is just code for weird.

I mean, jeez, it’s not like I have a third eye or am excessively hairy or something. But I still get embarrassed when I think about it.

I hear Kate calling me a weirdo under her breath and snickering.


It’s not my fault.

I didn’t ask to be this way or anything.

I looked it up once, and Kate’s right. I am a weirdo – only two percent of the world’s population is like this. I mean, it’s a little more common in populations with Northern or Northwestern European ancestry, but that doesn’t help me.

I’m in Washington.

I might as well have eleven fingers or something.

I get it.

I’m a weirdo.

But sometimes I wish I could just rip my hair out.

It’s just so red, you know?

4 thoughts on “Weirdo: a Short Story

    1. Hahaha! I’m not knocking it – I’m just stating the facts. 2% of the world’s population is redheaded. It’s fiction for a reason. I truly like red hair and often try to dye mine auburn.


  1. Love this story. Actually I find red hair beautiful, not on me but on all those I’ve seen with it. They make red hair dye for others who want to sport it.
    Weird, I think not. Unique hell yes!

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    1. I don’t personally think it’s weird, definitely unique. It was just the character who felt like a weirdo. I’m used to feeling weird, but it’s not necessarily because of my hair color.


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