The young people were split into two groups. Each one had four people. Girls are gathered around the field, ready to cheer on the boys.
The girls looked like clones: bleached hair, long polished nails, short shorts and tops that barely covered protruding parts of the body, excess makeup. They pouted their lips and took selfies in front of a backdrop of beefy, attractive guys.
Shila was the most popular of them all. She thought that a girl's appearance was the most important thing. She was always trying to dress in the latest fashion trends while also counting her kilograms and calories in food.
Her mother constantly made comments about her appearance and compared her to her friends' daughters. Sheela went out of her way to meet the mother's requirements and gain approval. She fantasized about becoming a model and appearing on the covers of glossy magazines, and she eagerly anticipated reaching adolescence to enlarge her lips and breasts.
Nobody knew there was a slew of issues lurking beneath the perfect exterior. She was always looking for flaws in herself and trying to fix them. The mother's constant criticism and indifference, the parents' divorce, and the father's ignorance and carelessness left deep scars on the girl's heart. She brought her pain into the world and avenged it by humiliating and insulting others and acting arrogantly and selfishly.
She hid the fact that she had spent a month in the hospital, exhausting her body. Sheila stopped eating after a modeling agency casting director advised her to lose a few pounds. She will never forget her mother's disappointed expression and the words, "You are stupid."
Pink's song "Stupid Girl" comes to mind here.
Leo's team took a five-point lead in the first thirty minutes. Sam's team persisted in catching up. The score was even after one hour of play. The teenagers decided to take a five"minute break. The final decisive round is still to come.
"Well, Williams, prepare to give me the keys to your car," Sam said as he tossed the ball to Leo, which flew past and rolled off the field about five meters.
Williams threw up his hands and glared at his opponent. He had to go after the ball because. He had to go after the ball because the serve belonged to him.
When a girl passed by, the ball rolled to her feet. She took a step toward the water. The stranger jumped up in surprise, then smiled and kicked the ball back towards Leo.
The young man fixed his gaze on the lovely lady. He couldn't take his eyes away from her. The young man froze in place as if rooted to the ground with his feet. An inner voice whispered something to him, but Leo didn't hear it because he wasn't used to listening to himself. Williams' body shivered. He was drawn to the girl with an unstoppable force. This was the first time in his life that he had felt this strange sensation.
This brings to mind the song "You Are Beautiful" by James Blunt.
Leo observed her as she walked by. He never looked at girls like that, but this stranger piqued his interest. She was medium-sized, slender, and frail. She appeared to be floating rather than walking. Her light and graceful movements, calm, confident expression, and straight and proud posture astounded Leo.
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Broken Wings (1st part)
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