The claustrophobic hallway opened up as she glided past the students of Oakwood college.
In awe they eyed her breathless beauty in either admiration, or envy. She didn't care to acknowledge their stares.
Blocking them, she watched her velvet boots clack against the tiled floor.
With only a glimpse her hair bounced effortlessly, her luscious lips parted slightly, A soothing scent lingered.
With obtaining striking characteristics one was most distinct, her eyes.
Though both were murky, and unclear, they pieced through a person's armor.
Most avoid eye contact, if so, they would steal quick glances when she wasn't fully aware.
Majority of the girls didn't fancy her presence.
With clouded opinions, little by little they picked her apart, complimented with snarky remarks.
Enjoying bring someone else's confidence down to boost their crippling self-esteem was quite unfortunate.
The boys adored her.
Ninety six percent were afraid to approach her, while the rest attempted in conversation, still they never lasted.
Yet one thing they all agreed with, is the idea that she was an unobtainable item.
A figure of a femininity, a mirage, a symbol of elegance, a mysterious being that seemed to have been made for fiction.
Maybe that's the reason why most people hated her.
She was difficult to digest.
Don't be surprised if when you want a reason for their actions, they give you an idiot's excuses that deflects their transparent insecurities.
I could see past their lies; I'd like to say most can.
Yet that would be a lie too.
Once a person masters the art of deception it can warp another's reality.
Pretty girl didn't grasp the amount of power she wielded.
Like a blue bird awaiting the day it can spread its wings without knowing it has any.
She could command an audience at her will, influence people's ideology, or have a group of followers to kiss her ass.
However, her most powerful weapon was silence.
The concept of silence leaves room for speculation, assumptions, and gives creative freedom to imagine one's whole being.
Yet, for her it was to observe, to understand one's personality just by watching.
Then their true colors shine through their bull shit, a persona spilt from their truth.
She doesn't have many faithful friends either, shocking?
Students assumed a swarm of individuals would walk in her footsteps, yet no, they don't bother her.
An aura of enigma used as a shield hides her from the world.
Most have tried, and failed countless of times to crack the impenetrable wall, so she stands alone. No need to worry,
After all she is pretty.
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Pretty Girl
Short StoryPretty girl attends the quaint college of Oakwood, and everyone knows who she is. Although, they don't know her name, or all that much about her. She's just seen as pretty. A rumor begins to brew within the college that a guy is going to ask her out...
