Jane arrived the table, greeting her friends as she took a seat.
One of her best friends, Scott, introduced her to the girl.
The rest of lunch turned out fine, the main focus being on her.
Unsurprisingly, it turns out that she's perfect.
In Jane's point of view, she felt like a tasteless brand of cereal, compared to her, who was a bag of colorful fruit loops.
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Plain Jane
Short StoryAverage. That's what she is and apparently will ever be, or at least that's just what others see her as.
