the diaries of a pubescent boy

a new face (for real this time)

I wake up and look at my reflection in the mirror. It's been almost 6 months since I started my new pimple-washing, and I barely recognise myself.

I open up my cupboard and look at my old clothes. I've really come so far. 8 months ago, I was fat, and full of pimples. Now, I'm buff and definitely pimple free. I carry myself with confidence, and I have actual pride.

I head off to school, walking quickly to the bus stop. Now that I've got no more pimples I look up while walking, and I don't hit so many things along the way anymore.

Even though my change has been gradual, everyone in my class still looks at me in shock everytime they see me. I don't blame them. I head off to my seat, and the person I did this for isn't here yet. Slightly disappointed, but I won't let it affect me too much.

After about 20 minutes or so, Amy walks in. I wait to see her reaction but
she seems unbothered. So, I walk up to her and say hi, hoping something will happen. However, she doesnt even turn around! What is happening?