Chapter 1
It all started on a Monday morning. Which by the way happens to be one
of the best days of the week for the high society to initiate its attack of insults on
the poor unfortunate souls that are chosen that day. I was one of them. How lucky was I? Okay, I am being scarcastic here. Sorry about that. It’s a bad
habit of mine that I am trying to break. Anyway, I should describe myself so that
you can see the full effect their harsh words had on me. Where to begin? Let’s
see...hmmm I’ll start with my hair. To say, I was fond of my hair was an understatement. I was convinced a curse had been bestowed upon me. Its
texture very fine and straight. Its length very long. The color was this dreadful
drab brown color. In my opinion, it was the most tiresome color on the face of the
earth. As you can tell I had a lovely opinion of myself. Darn it! There I go again
with the scarcasm. It’s the one habit I can’t seem to let go of. Oh well, I
apologize for once again straying from the topic. As I was saying, my hair was
awful in my eyes. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the part of me I disliked the most. My
body took the credit for that award. Whenever I went clothes shopping, I purposely avoided trying on clothes in the dressing room. For if I went in one of
those rooms, a full length mirror would be staring straight back at me. It seemed
to taunt and laugh at me saying, “Look at you! You are so disgusting! No wonder
no guy wants you.” I know what you are thinking: Poor girl, she really needs
help. Not to worry, though. I got that much needed help. Thanks to the insistance of my amazingly, wonderful, and extremely supportive best friends:
Taylor, Ike, and Zac. =-) Hi guys! I love you! :) Oh geez, I am getting off track
again. I am such a scatter-brain sometimes. Although I did find one part of me, I
managed to semi-like. My green eyes. It was the only part of me that seem to fit
who I was. I remember the remark Taylor said about them that first night we hung out. He said, my eyes were “the windows to my soul.” Corny I know, but he
said just by looking into them he could sense my pain and innerturmoil. He told
me that, “the eyes can not decieve...they hold the inner truth that we all try so
hard to hide,” and he was right. As I later discovered, sincerity and concern in his
crystal-clear blue eyes. Oh, that Monday is one of the most difficult days for me
to recall. The pain and agony I felt that day seems just as fresh of a wound as it
was 8 months ago. I never thought it was possible for so much hatred to reside
in one room. I had never felt more alone in the world as I did that day...
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