Chapter one – Like they say, everything is pretty

Your name was ___________, not like every other girl. You were different, but different usually meant good right? Sadly, it never was for you. You had tried your best to be like the so called popular girls, but ended up being the different (the worst kind).
It was first in second grade in Elementary school where you were never heard. People constantly looked down upon you. You felt sad. Girls would constantly look at you with a mean look.
     Once after the gym you walked inside the gym locker room. You heard small giggles and looked at the girls next to you that was now sneering at you. You looked at your clothes on the bench.  They were wet and laying on your jogging shoes. You only had these clothes and you couldn’t even change to anything else now. You looked at the girls that took on their clothes and rushed out. One of those girls was Vanita Clarck. She was one of those so called pretty high heeled girls. She had long blonde hair. Her parents owned a company you weren’t sure what was called. She and her friends often used to have boyfriends. They weren’t like the hoes that only had them for one day or so. Actually their relationships lasted for weeks.
    When the girls left the door slam you jumped a little. There was another black haired girl staring at you too. You just looked down. Usually when people stared at you, you did that.
   “Do you want to borrow my clothes?” she had asked. You looked up and wanted to say yes.  Then she had scanned your body and raised her eyebrow critical. She pushed her perfectly silky black hair behind and chuckled. “Forget it; you would make my clothes look ugly.”  She rose up and took her black bag and walked out.  You also stood up and took your note pad with you to the bathroom inside the locker room. Every girl had left you alone, but alone didn’t have to be a bad thing. You sat down at the toilette lid and drew a weak line on the white paper. Both of the lines were parallel of each other and it was bended inside. You drew the collarbones on your character. Then you drew the face. It was perfectly shaped. The cheekbones were feminine and looked tall. A long hair was on top and petite small lips were forming into a smile. Next your hands were drawing the pretty long legs. You looked over your own drawing. Everything was perfect on your sketch, yes, everything but you.