Charity days at school were meant to be simple. Wear the colour, donate £1, feel smug about being a good person. But for me, Wear It Pink Day became a lesson in stress management — and I was eight.
I had the outfit sorted: pink top, pink skirt, pink socks. The pièce de résistance? A pink hair band. Except… the morning of the big day… it was gone.
Vanished. Not in the drawer. Not in my school bag. Not in the mysterious gap between the bed and the wall.
I turned my room upside down like I was on an episode of Changing Rooms, only with more crying. The clock was ticking. Mum was calling me from downstairs. I had to face the unthinkable: turning up to Wear It Pink Day with a completely normal, non-pink hair situation.
When I got to school, I was convinced everyone would notice. No one did. But I still spent the whole day feeling like I’d arrived at a wedding in a tracksuit.
File under: charity day chaos, missing accessories, and the pinkest non-event of all time.
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