Beautiful- Part three
Eli Tanner
After lunch we have so many classes, its scary. It seems like forever until we finally get on the buses to go home
Once I am finally home, I go up to my room, lie on my bed, and think of how the day went. What I could have done better. But mostly, I just feel depressed about how I have to think about this! Why do I care? Sadly, I can’t control it anymore. I am in tears when my sister walks in.
“Sarah, whats wrong?”
“Nothing. I just… I just hurt myself.”
“Feel better!”
And she walks away. That’s it. Thank G-d she is so naïve! I wish I could talk to my sister, talk to someone, anyone about this, but I am too embarrassed! Older sisters are models. They’re supposed to be perfect. If my sister knew this, I would feel so much shame every time I looked at her face!!!
I continue to think about this until dinner time. I probably should’ve been doing my homework, but this was too important. I walk to the mirror, wash my face, and make it look like I wasn’t crying for the past hour. I study myself. I look pretty good. I found my one talent:
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