Love, Hope and Betrayal

Chapter 2

I hated him for what he had done,and also coming back into my life. I tried hard to get way from him but he seemed to be like some unruly boomerang,always coming to haunt me. The 3oclock bell rang, the perfect time to escape but, before I did I noticed something. He was walking alongside Harriet Cheltenham one of the most popular girls in the school, he couldn't be going out with her already?could he?
My heart sank in my chest deep down I still... Well loved him. When we went out he was so romantic he gave me flowers chocolate and made me feel like a princess, he was my first real love and it seemed so hard to let him go. I missed him but after he cheated on me I told myself I would never think of him again,
but of corse that was impossible. I turned a corner and hoped to isolate myself at the furthest end of the corridor but instead I came face to face with Brett and Harriet kissing. Brett gave me a stern look without Harriet seeing me I turned around and walked away like a puppy who has just lost its owner. It took me round about 20 minutes to walk home and it was enough time to dwell over the picture of him kissing someone else. I went up to my room and started to find ways to get my mind off him, I tried chemistry homework,drawing and of course listening to music but nothing seemed to work. I reminded myself of what he did and how much I hated his guts. I couldn't still like him? Could I? I was definitely going mental how could one person control my thoughts and emotions without being around for long. I decided he was a psychic and tried to torment me any way he could.
After a few hours of procrastination and thinking about Brett I turned my attention to myself. I had reason to believe that I was the main cause of Brett's betrayal and also the reason why I lack friends. I stood up from my bed and stepped over to the mirror at the other end of the room. Staring at my own gormless face I decided to do something unexpected and completely out of character,I got my sisters make up bag and clothes from her room and tried everything not to look like a blank sheet of paper. I applied mascara, foundation and eyeshadow just to make my skin look better and thought about my outfit. I tried to picture some of the most popular girls in my year and I only came to one conclusion, slutty. Of course not all girls are the same but despite everything I became more desperate to try it out. I put on a white vest top with a half buttoned up checked shirt,and a black mini skirt but still I felt as if I didn't look right, my heart pounded as I turned to look at my bed to see a black pair of fishnet tights looking at me. I hesitated for about one minute before my conscience told me to do it, I put the tights on with a pair of doc martens (the only thing that seemed normal at that time) and stared at myself in the mirror until I realised I was being stupid. Deep down I knew it wouldn't change anything and that I probably will grow up to be a crazy old cat lady. But even though the outfit was completely outrageous but I thought it could be the only way to get friends and not be such a looser (and maybe get Brett back).
Suddenly, there was an almighty scream, my sister had discovered that her clothes and make up was missing and was gallivanting around the house trying to find a burglar. I raced to get undressed and put the make up back in her room,but I was caught red handed snooping around.
"What are you doing in my room!" She shouted.
"I just borrowed some clothes and makeup..." I started to cry with trails of mascara running down my face. She stared at me for a while before she hugged me and knew what was wrong.
I thought Jess would understand because she of all people knows what it's like to feel bad about herself,she is now the most popular girl in sixth form after she had a drastic transformation like I wanted.
"Sit!" Said Jess sternly pointing to the chair.
I sat down expecting her to give me a lecture about going in her room but instead picked up her makeup bag and began her magic. Two years ago Jess was depressed about the way she looked,she skipped school and isolated her self believing that she caused everyone's misery, she spent her savings on makeup and a new wardrobe and now everyone likes her. All I want is for someone to appreciate me for the way I am and not pretend to acknowledge my existence,I want to be the girl everyone is talking about and not some weird nerd girl. It's not going to be that difficult is it?
Twenty minutes later my new face was revealed and I had one massive shock...