Every morning I walk into school, and wait for the first bell to ring so we can go to homeroom. I wait in the school breezeway with a crowd of kids. There are a lot of girls, always gossping and playing and laughing with eachother. There's me, who stands there quietly, not bothing anyone. I'm okay with that.
But then there is this other girl. She always wears a ton of dark make-up, and never smiles. She doesn't talk to anyone, and she is not as skinny as the other girls. Her hair was died blonde, but its faded so that only the bottom half is still colored. She stands in the same position every day, not saying a word to anyone, barely looking at the other girls, who totally ignore her. I see her in the halls sometimes, and I never see her with anyone.
Sweetheart, I have an idea that your life is tough. You wear make-up like that because you believe you're fat and hideous without it. You stand there, not talking to anyone because you believe those girls will reject you. You don't have the money to get your hair died blonde again. You wear that scowl so no one knows how much your hurting.
Honey, I hope you know that things will get better, and that you're beautiful without all that make-up.And your smile is so much more beautiful then that frown you paste on your mouth everyday. There are people who love you, and want you to succeed in life. Me, for one.
I don't even know your name, but sweetheart, I am praying for you.