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(Thanks to @Idontunderstandthatreference (Also sorry for the mention, you can unfollow this thread if you like) for the prompt)
Also, I'm putting this here now so I don't forget about it.
“Come on now. We can’t be late.” My mother said adjusting the wig on my head. I caught sight of the perfect blonde locks on my head in a mirror. “These hurt like hell” I said, pointing to the blue contacts in my eyes. “I know they do. But you know the rules. If we want to make it over the bridge, we have to be blonde and blue-eyed.” She looked at me with her kind eyes, that were now blue. I missed the brown.
Walking side by side, me and my mother made our way across town, getting glances from a couple of people. A scream echoed through the plaza, and I sharply turned around.. a girl, about seven or eight, with red hair and green eyes. The police found her. “Come on. Don’t look there.” My mother scolded gripping my shoulder tighter. I tore my eyes away from the sight and continued walking.
“Oh my.” Mother whispered. We were at the bridge, and along it, about a hundred ‘in-perfect’ people. Brown and red and black hair, birthmarks covering faces, green and brown and hazel eyes, skin conditions, disorders. I could go on. A protest. The person in front caught my eye. They looked about my age. And I can’t lie when I said my heart skipped a beat. They glared at me, but I lifted my wig ever so slightly, revealing my colourful hair. They smiled then, and held the flag of our past country higher, beckoning me to join them.