The Virgin on Campus| PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED

ch. 6|I'm not Dull![Taylor]

Taylor's Clarkson P.O.V.

I groaned at hideous dress my mom bought to me from the studio. Out of all her failed attempts this one was the worst. The dress with poop brown and had peace signs on it. I guess she was going for the hippie look. I held it up in the air and stared at it. Do I have too? I stare at it again. Maria comes in my room and the first thing she spots is the dress. Her face turned red as a tomatoe, she was holding in a laugh. I can't blame her the dress was ugly.

Maria comes closer and takes a deep breathe and holds the dress in her hands. She's about to either criticize it or make fun of me. Most likely both.

"So your mother actually convince you to wear this?" She says. I shrugged, what I was suppose to do. My mom doesn't take no for an answer. And plus, Julain needed to leave my room, so I and to get my mom distracted.

"No-she forced me too. Aren't I lucky!" I said with sarcasm. Maria smiles and places the dress down. She sits on the bed and pull me down with her. She pats my thigh and opens her mouth. Ugh. She was going to tell me a story. That's exactly want I need, a story at a time like this!

"Taylor. I'm going to tell you story about a girl that was your age that lived in poverty-"

"And didn't have a father but had a hard working mother that provided what she needed. On me day the mother bought her a hideous dress but the girl saw as the most beautiful thing in the world and was grateful! The end," I said, finishing the story Maria always told me. I knew the story and I could say it in my sleep! She rolls her eyes.

"It's good you actually listen to me when I speak and two the point of this story was to show you that no matter how hideous something is, that's given to you as a present from someone's heart. It's beautiful and you should be grateful, Taylor," she says, touching my shoulders.

"Please. That girl lived in poverty, even receiving a plastic bag for Christmas would make it the best day of her life!" I said.

"Stop! That's not the point. You just have to be grateful and appreciative. At least for once?" She says. I roll my eyes. I sighed and stood up from the bed. I guess I really have no choose now. I pulled on the dress and in some area it itched and others it pinched and twisted my skin. A simple dress with peace signs and golden tassels, was a torture weapon.

"Awe! You look pretty. All you need is a smile," Maria said. I looked away. I can't smile if I'm not happy.

"Yeah-Yeah. Just don't tease me later on," I said. She smiled and nodded. I walked down the stairs where Winston wasn't in the kitchen to make me breakfast. I stumble into the dinning room and my mom was there as usual, sipping her black tea and keeping her eyes glued to the news papers a and fashion critics criticizing her new collection. And I honestly, given them every right to write harsh things basically the actually truth.

"Taylor, good morning. I'm loving the dress!" She smiles. Of course you do, you made it! "Winston isn't in today, his visiting his wife up state and won't be back til next week. So until then, you have to walk to school," she says. I look at her long and hard. I can't walk to school. My legs will get tried and the thugs might kidnap me or something!

"Mom? Can you at least find someone to take me?" I asked.

"No. I made it finally. It's only a few days til, he'll come back. And walking can enhance those chubby legs of yours for the modeling show," she grins. Chubby legs? I stared down at my legs. There not chubby!