She's perfect. Almost too perfect. Her hair always blows the right way in the wind, her eyes sparkle in the sunlight. She makes being perfect look so effortless. How could someone be that perfect so effortlessly? Is it effortless? Maybe it's just a kind of confidence I've never encountered before. A kind of confidence that draws people in; makes you seem perfect.
Why can't I be that kind of confident? When my hair blows, it gets in my face. And when the sun is in my eyes, I squint. You'd have no idea if my eyes were sparkling. But my eyes don't sparkle. No. Her. Her eyes sparkle.
Why can't I be confident? What does she have that I don't? No. I can tell you. I'm too loud, too fat, too witty, I take up too much space. I'm too... me. A girl like her doesn't look at, doesn't look for, a girl like me. So just stop staring. Get to math.
Hi. I wrote this really late at night. I think I am literally incapable of writing anything remotely happy. Oh well. - Emma
YOU ARE READING
A Bunch of Random Scenes I Wrote for My Book(s)
FantasyI'm constantly writing. But most of the time I'm not writing all the scenes in my book in the order they'll be put in in the final copy. These are just all those scenes that I've written so far, completely out of order.
