Waiting For Perfection

Four

I walked into the high school building and I instantly wanted to hide away.

The hallways were loud as usual and as I walked to my locker discreetly I couldn't help but notice all of the flawless girls everywhere I looked.

That was one of the many ways I stood out.

I wasn't the skinniest girl and I also wasn't the prettiest, in fact I was probably the ugliest girl in our high school.

My parents were rich enough that I could afford nice clothes that made me feel comfortable but also look decent enough.

But there was a whole closet of clothes that my mother had bought for me that I honestly didn't see the point of wearing.

As I turned the lock on my locker I could feel the presence of people behind me and I instantly stiffened because I knew exactly who it was.

Because it wasn't just any who, it was him and his friends.