Nobody Compares To You

My life

Clarissa's P.O.V. :)

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I really hated how i looked. I have long hair thats blonde but it's all un even. My eyes were blue but I don't like them either. I wanted brown eyes like a normal person. There's no way that they would like me. Everything about me is horrible; my hair, my eyes even my name: Clarissa. What kind of name is that? Compared to them I'm nothing. They're all exotic with their British and Irish accents and I'm just a New Yorker. I wouldn't even get a chance to meet them. Sighing, I pressed play on my ipod and Little Things starts to play. Gosh, one direction can really make you feel beautiful for 3 minutes and 38 seconds. Ugh I think looking at all the homework piled up on my bed. I hate highschool. When I finally finished, I headed downstairs. "Would you like a cup of tea Claire?" my mom asked. " I can't go to bed without it!" I replied. "What?" she asked with confusion. " It's a directioner thing."

The next day, I had school. My best friend Hazel and I started walking, bracing for the humiliation we had to put up with. We were the only directioners in our school and no one let us forget that.( Yes sadly there are schools with no directioners.) " Why do they always have to pick on us? We can like anyone we want to like! -_-" Hazel said furiously. " That's just how life is. People like us never get what we want..." I said. " Wow. That was deep. Another qoute by Clarissa Styles!" I felt roses bloom in my cheeks. Clarissa Styles. I liked the sound of that. Ugh! Why am i even thinking these stuff. I'll never actually meet him. As soon as we walked in the humiliation began. "Oh look its the directioners!" "You're insecure i know what for!" We ducked our faces and ran to first period. High school? More like Prison.