"You’re ugly"
"You’re fat"
"You don’t deserve to live"
I sat in bed and thought back on the comments I got at my old school as I felt the gap between my legs. I spent all summer making sure I’d change. Making sure I was better. I had to be.
All I ever wanted was to be liked and happy again. I was happy before all of the hate started piling in, before everyone decided to stop liking me. So I thought I’d be happy if other people actually liked me. That way I wouldn’t get any hate and I would finally be ok with who I was. Then I could be like everybody else, normal, instead of being the outsider, the loser.
But what I never thought of was “What if I’m still not happy?”
It was a scary thought to think about. But it’s important to face your fears sometimes and I was going to look them in the eyes.
I bought myself a whole new wardrobe, keeping in thought that everything would change just like I did, that everything would be ‘okay’.
But I couldn’t change everything, I was still the same person underneath, I just looked different now.
It was if I was playing a character. Everything had become a movie, but I never wanted to play this role. I had to keep reminding myself that people treat beautiful people with more respect. If I wanted that, I had to keep on acting.
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I walked into my new school, still not having one bit of confidence within me. It was different being here. I liked the feeling. I was a fresh face. I was a new person. I was a better me. People were smiling at me, boys winking at me. No one was making me feel small.
“Is this what being ‘beautiful’ feels like?” I thought to myself.
I liked it so far, but I still wasn’t sure.
I kept thinking, “What if something went wrong? What if they see through me?”
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Who was I kidding? I wasn’t the pretty popular girl. In fact I was more like the opposite.
This was just a disaster waiting to happen.
I guess it really was too late to turn back now though.
I had to keep going. All my hard effort and work had to be for something. I can do this. I can be a better me. I will be happy. I am new.
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Shadow
Teen FictionElle Herring is a normal teenager. She goes to school, she lives with both of her parents, she does chores, and she does everything you do. Elle’s just unhappy. She’s been called names and teased almost her whole life. After a while you start to bel...