Kids Mock a Boy Who Grows Long Hair, They Leave Frozen Learning the Reason – Story of the Day

Scott decided to grow his hair out for a particular reason, but his classmates made fun of him every day. Even his best friend told him to cut it. But a few days later, they discovered the surprising truth.

“Ow, that hurts,” Scott told his mother. She was trying to take a piece of gum out of his hair. Trent and his friends stuck it there during recess because they hated his hairstyle.

“I know, Scott, but I’m almost done taking this off. I’m going to have a word with your teacher about those bullies. It's unacceptable!” his mother exclaimed.

“No, Mom! You can't do that in high school. It'll make it worse. I’ll try to avoid them from now on,” Scott begged.

“Scottie, you shouldn’t have to. It’s the 21st century, for God’s sake! Boys love having long hair. I don’t get the problem. Maybe I should call their parents instead,” his mother continued.

Scott wished he hadn’t asked for help getting that piece of gum out of his hair. If she called anyone, it would make everything worse at school. He would have to avoid Trent and his friends until he got a new haircut.

He was still a few inches away from his goal, and he was determined to make good on his promise. Don’t worry, Paige. I won’t let them bully me! Scott thought.

Despite his wishes, his mother called Mrs. Hebert, his homeroom teacher. “If I see anyone with gum in my class, you’ll go directly to Principal Kayson. Is that understood?” she warned at the beginning of class. “Gum is now strictly forbidden at school!”

“Yes, Mrs. Hebert,” his classmates said in unison.

“Hey, loser. Your mother called Mrs. Hebert, right?” Trent said as he approached Scott’s table with his buddies during recess. “Hey, I’m talking to you, girly-girl.”

“What do you want, Trent?” Scott asked, deadpanned.

“You went running to Mommy after yesterday?” Trent mocked while his friends laughed.

“Yes, I did. Now, go away unless you want me to yell for Mrs. Hebert. She’s watching, you know,” Scott added.

“Fine. But this is not over!” Trent threatened. They left, and Scott's best friend, Charlie, spoke up.

“I don’t get why you antagonize them, Scott. Why don’t you just cut your hair already?” he asked. Scott never told him about the promise he made with Paige. Charlie was not the bravest person. He wouldn’t understand.

“I’m not going to cut it just because Trent and his friends don’t like it. What kind of message would that send?” Scott replied.

“I don’t care about any message. I don’t want to get into more trouble with them. It’s scary,” Charlie added.

“You’re going to let bullies walk all over you for the rest of your life?” Scott asked his friend.

“No, but I just want to get through 9th grade without problems,” Charlie said and continued eating his cafeteria pizza.

Over the next few days, Trent and his friends stopped bothering him so much. They just insulted him when they passed him in the hallways and started spreading rumors among the girls. He could sometimes see them all laughing at him. But Scott didn’t care. It would all be worth it soon.

A month went by, and Scott finally got a new haircut. He walked to class with his short hairstyle, and everyone looked at him in shock.

“Oh, Scottie. You cut your hair at last. You look so good!” Mrs. Hebert said and started her lesson.

“It looks like Scottie doesn’t want to raise any more rumors,” he heard Trent fake-whisper to his buddy. They also laughed. But nothing could trouble Scott today, even if his bullies tried.

Later that day, everyone learned the real reason behind Scott's long hair. During their last period, the principal’s assistant showed up and gave something to Mrs. Hebert.

“Oh, Scottie. Twin Lakes Medical Center is sending you their thanks for donating your hair to Paige Stewart. That’s wonderful,” his teacher said.

“You donated your hair to Paige?” one of the girls in his class asked as everyone turned to look at him.

“Yeah, Paige is my oldest friend. I promised to grow my hair out for her. She’s lost all of hers after cancer treatments,” Scott answered.

“OMG! I want to donate my hair too! Let’s all donate our hair!” Aya said. She was the most popular girl in his grade. “Scott, you’re awesome!”

“Thanks,” he replied, smiling. Soon, he received many compliments from other classmates and several teachers. Charlie apologized too for asking him to cut his hair, and everything went back to normal. Trent and his buddies sometimes gave him a death-stare, but he didn’t care.

A month later, Paige returned to school with a gorgeous wig made from Scott’s hair. Everyone told her she looked wonderful, and she was so happy. Furthermore, doctors were hopeful about her recovery.

“Thank you for doing this, Scott,” Paige told him at the end of her first day back.

“Don’t mention it,” Scott said, a bit shy.

“No. You went through a lot for me, and you didn’t have to. There are tons of wigs out there,” Paige added.

“It’s not the same. It’s not real hair. I really did nothing,” Scott continued, smiling. Just then, Paige’s mom pulled up in her car and honked.

“Oh, my mom’s here. Thank you again, Scott,” Page said and kissed his cheek. She smiled and ran off while Scott waved goodbye. Yeah, it was all worth it, he thought.

What can we learn from this story?

• Don’t give in to bullies. Scott didn’t care what anyone said and continued his mission. Not many people can do that easily.
• There’s usually a reason behind someone’s actions. People mocked Scott until they discovered why he grew his hair long. Don’t be quick to judge others without knowing the real story.

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