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The first weeks are always the hardest. It'll be better tomorrow, Sarah told herself for the second week in a row. She spent most of her time avoiding the person she wanted to be with the most and hiding from his bitchy girfriend.
Today Sarah told her self that it would be different, that she would get a full ride to school from her mother and that she would walk into school with her head held high. She was fantasizing about what everyone would think about her. Maybe they'll change their minds about me,she thought. She felt espeacially cute today because of her new outfit. She wore a tight blue high-waisted skirt with a black tank-top with a see-through lace shirt over it. She also had a beautiful black Prada napsack and black pumps to top it all off. Today, Sarah thought she looked pretty damn cute. Her outfit matched her short black bob perfectly and brought out her grey eyes even more.
Sarah marched down the stairs from her bedroom and walked into the kitchen with her head held high. It was a good start.
"Good morning !" She chimmed.
"Good morning Sa- what are you wearing ?" Her mother replied.
"... Uh, clothes?" She said with a confused smile.
"Go change. You are not going to chool dressed like that."
"What's wrong with my clothes ?"
"Umm, where do I start ? They're too tight for you." Sophie snapped back. She didn't like the way those clothes looked on her daughter and wouldn't permit her to go outside dressed like that.
"Says who ? They're supposed to fit like this, I know my size, mother, they're not too tight and they feel perfect... I feel pretty today so please don't make me change because you don't like the way I look in them." Sarah begged, it was like this every morning with her mom. They could never have a decent conversation with each other without her mother critisizing her or complaining about her weight.
"I'm the adult and you are my daughter, what I say goes and right now, I'm saying that you look like a fat slut so go upstairs and change or you're not leaving this house ! Now Sarahlyn !"
Sarah felt the tears burn her eyes. She hated her mother at this moment. She ran back upstairs and laid on her bed. After awhile, she got up and headed to her closet. After about 20 minutes, she ended up pulling on a pair of black fitted jeans, some rainbow flats and a colorful tank top. She kept her napsack because it matched everything.
She couldn't stand her mother and didn't want to look at her. She decided to skip breakfast and head directly to school. A good walk always made her feel better. She stomped downstairs, grabbed her coat and walked out the door.
"Sarah, where are you-"
"To school." She interupted her mom.
On her way to school, Sarah spotted multiple nice cars with multiple rich beautiful snobs from her school in them.
I don't have a car. I'm not rich or beautiful. I hate my life. Le'ts just hope that my day at school won't be so bad.
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She was wrong. She was so wrong. Her day was much worse than all the other days of her life. It was worse than her father's death. It was worse than anything she could ever imagine and it was because her mom didn't let her wear her cute outfit.
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As Sarah walked through the door, she spotted multiple student starring at her, as if she were an elephant. She certainly felt like one, after all. She headed straight to her locker, avoiding making eye contact with everyone around her. Then, she spotted him, he was with Kelly, as always, and he was holding her by her tiny waist, pulling her closer to him as they kissed. Sarah, felt a pang of pain in her chest, lowering her eyes and quikening her steps towards her locker. You brought this on yourself, she thought, he's just doing what you told him to do.
