'Hey,
perfect
girl!'
Her stomach dips. She wonders who's
behind her. She sees it's her ex boyfriend- but she's
been out with every single guy in her group. If she
didn't, people would say she wasn't good enough. She
fixes onto a smile onto her made up face. She goes to scratch
an itch but is scared she'll ruin her foundation and then
everyone will see her 'ugly' face.
So, she pulls down her well-cut hair over a blemish, and goes
to find out some gossip so she remains 'in.' She
hears a sad story about her classmate- not wanting to be
teased too, she laughs. Maybe someone saw- only more
'followers', Hey? She links arms with her best girls
to show how much she apprieciates them, but see's someone
who used to hang around with her, hanging around with
'losers.' She doesn't really think they're
losers- their innocent smiles and laughs makes her wish she
was one of them- although they all want to be like her-
crazy? But what if her girls saw her staring wistfully?
'Losers.' She mutter, and one girl hears, and dips
her head. The girl coughs back regret and carries on,
wondering if there will come a time, where she was free from
pressure, and could go a whole days without caring what
people thought of her. With one last look back to the other
kids, she carries on.
It's
not like you think.
