Alison. There was only one way to describe Alison; Popular. She was flawless, fabulous and was loved and hated by everyone. As she walked the halls in her heels she tried to hide the pain of them digging into the back of her heel. Her fake smile lit up the hallway. Everyone stopped to admire her, as girlfriends argued with their wondering-eyed boyfriends as the wind flowed gently through Alison's golden hair. She looked like an advertisement for Victoria's Secret. Her make-up sat perfectly natural on her radiant face and her clothes hugged her slim curves. How could any boy resist? How could any girl not be jealous? No matter how rude or mean she was, everyone would still love her. When you are popular, I suppose you can get away with it; everyone still wanted to be or be with her.
But no one knew of the sadness in her eyes or the endless tears that she cried at night. No one know that she could barely look at herself in the mirror and see the monster she had become. Any time she tried to approach someone, they would scatter. Any time that she tried to talk to someone, they would talk to her in a trembling voice and wouldn't dare look her in the eye. As she walked into the girls' bathroom, the room normally filled with gossip and chatter, became silent. The only sound you could hear was the sound of Alison's high heels clicking on the cold, hard floor. The girls all piled out of the girls' bathroom, leaving Alison in solitude once more.
"Am I really such a monster?" She thought to herself. She looked at her cold reflection. But she couldn't see herself; she saw thick, cakey foundation and huge bags under her eyes that no amount of concealer would cover. Her eyes were heavy with eyeliner and false lashes. Her scalp was itchy and red from her thick blonde extensions. Her lips were dry and cracked underneath her designer lipstick. As she looked at her reflection, she stared into the darkness, the sadness and the anger that lived behind her baby blue eyes. She began rubbing and scratching at her face trying to get the make-up off. It was everywhere, she could hardly recognise herself anymore. It covered her face in inches. She didn't know exactly what "it" was. But she knew that "it" wasn't her. She stopped and looked at her reflection once again. At the scratches and redness she had made on her face. A black tear rolled down her cheek. There is only one way to describe Alison; Vulnerable.
