Pretty-UglyGal

5. Dancing Eyes

I had been sitting at my normal lunch table minding my own business until I was caught off guard.

At my table sat girls who obsessed over the superficial aspects of life. What they would wear. Who they would go to the party with. Boys (yuck!). Or anything else that was insignificant in the real world. But I beared their intolerable drabness and lack of uniqueness due to the lack of variety.

I lived in a small city. Whether I liked it or not I was stuck with them. Everyone was pretty much a carbon copy of one another: they listened to the same music, wore the same clothes, and did the same extracurriculars. Not, to say I was different, I still did the same irrelevant pointless things but unlike them I realized they were uninteresting and boring. I just didn't have much of a choice. It was either them or nobody.

Any who, Mrs. Weirdo's eyes had been hovering on me, and eventually our eyes clicked. In that moment when my eyes calibrated and understood that a strange girl was gesturing to me from half way across the caf, my life was changed. My social status disrupted, turned upside down, shredded and burned to ashes.

But in that moment I didn't know and now, I couldn't care less.