The sound of my heartbeat echoed in my ears, 'thud..thud..thump..thud..thud..' I tried to hide my face from the clique of plastics, but it was no use, their glares, snickers and names taunted me. I veered myself into the girls washroom to clean up my makeup and fix my hair, but no matter how hard I tried I never could compare to them. I could never have the straightest hair, the longest eyelashes, the cutest clothes, the flattest stomach, I couldn't have any of that.
Getting through the day was hard, but somehow I did it. Once I got home I flopped on my bed and cried, all the stress, the names, the comments, everything. It was too much. My phone vibrated, it was my after school text from my boyfriend 'Heyy <3' he said that everyday, at the same time. Always making sure im okay, and happy. The truth is, when I'm with him I'm okay, nothing can hurt me, and for once, I'm loved.
Four months. That's how long I've been dating him, four months. The best, worst, most complicated four months of my life. I'm completely, head over heals in love with him.
