I'm Ugly. [Completed]

Chapter 3

"You look perfect Izumi." I blushed as I took his hand. He lead me to the dance floor and we started dancing away.

I opened my eyes. It was one of those dreams again.

I smacked my forehead giving me a beating about how ridiculous my mind could be, and grabbed my alarm clock.

I had thirteen minutes left to sleep. But of course, once you've awaken it's hard to fall back to sleep.

So I took my phone and stared at the screen, scrolling through Instagram. My eyes widened as I see pretty stunning models with their dogs or friends, having a fun time. The models looked so stunning with their long shiny legs and their tiny waist. It must be a dream to live a perfect life.

I wish I could have all of those things. Of not having to care about what clothes you wear because anyways, you'll look good in everything if you're skinny. I wish I could just change my body so easily and change some features on me that I don't appreciate. It's hard to stay motivated when everyday, you'll still look like a piece of...poop.

The future was still far, but I've already made plans for myself. I wanted to look exactly like a model. Maybe not the same face shape or particularly the same skin colour, but I wanted to look like I a real model figure. I imagined how it felt like being in a perfect little body, in a perfect little place, with a perfect job and a perfect home.

My alarm rings. I sighed as my thoughts drifted away into the dark. Time to go to school.

"And that's how we have developed to this generation today! Alright, class dismissed."

After class, I rest my head on my desk and closed my eyes. I'm so tired, I could sleep right on the spot with all the noise around. So that's what I did.

I felt warm. The air was just right, the weather was perfect, no one was bothering me.

"So, is this your first time dancing?"

I blushed in embarrassment and nodded. He smiled, so sweetly, as he steadily moved from left to right. I got used to the dance steps, and I started to keep up his pace. But I didn't take my eyes of him. His eyes were so gentle and kind and his lips looked smooth to the touch. I wondered why he'd  ever choose to dance with me. I was the ugliest one out there in the ballroom.

People started to crowd around us in awe and whisper to one another.

"Who is he? Oh my God he's so handsome!"

"Aww that girl is so lucky to be with him!" I smiled to myself. I really was lucky.

"But I mean, there's better looking girls out here. In fact, I'm more prettier than her. Why did he decide to go for her?" I froze.

"Ew I know right! Look at that spot on her nose. Gross!"

People were looking at me disgusted. Sure, they were complimenting him, saying how good he looks. But it felt like I shouldn't be here, like I was an outsider. I was all alone again. No one reached out to me, nor did anyone move apart from their chattering mouths. I didn't know what to do so I stood there clueless.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked me. I didn't look at him anymore, and I let go of his hand. I felt his arm on my waist loosen, and his eyes no longer looking at me.

I wanted to leave this haunted building and get away from everyone else, hide in a corner or something. But there was no escape. It was as if I was put in the center of a circus show. I started to sweat anxiously, the glares and stares weren't helping at all. I looked around to see if he was still there, but he disappeared into the crowd. I shut my eyes, blocking out everyone and in hope that  something would take me out of here.

"Izumi!" A voice echoed. "Earth to Izumi." There it was again. "Hey wake up!"

I opened my eyes. They were blurry, so I still couldn't see who it was.

"Oh good, you're awake." He laughed innocently.

His voice sounded familiar. It was soft and tender like a feather. I could listen to his soothing voice all day. He tapped my shoulder lightly. I rubbed and blinked my eyes. Yawning, I stretched my arms and stood up.

My eyes adjusted and I soon started to realise who I was talking to.