The makeover revenge

high school meltdowns

I gathered the books that are on the floor, everything looked blurry and my hands were searching for my glasses.

It all seemed like a normal routine for me. Go to school, get bullied and be a loner. I never tried to voice out any objections and I always try to stay in the back row.

Well, welcome to the life of this 18 year old scrawny blonde, plagued with some sort of different dilemmas that she faced everyday.

I guess all girls my age are looking for new things to try out at this point of time, where they say when you are young, wild and brave.

I see kids try something new everyday, be it a new hobby; scheme plan; dietary schedule; drugs. Anything they can get their hands on to.

But not me, this girl here is looking forward to that glorious eventful day; graduation day

There are sounds of heels clicking to the floor.

"one more week.." I muttered under my breath.

The sound of heels clicking approached more louder, a figure in what seemed to be dressed in pink lowered down to me. The scent of Chanel's N09 wafted, I can smell the strong perfume.

"Look, loser.. If you are here to play the innocent part of the story, no one would even care for any second" 

A female's voice escaped from the blurry figure.

I know who she is. I know exactly who she is.

Not long after the figure had gone and the ringing of the bell had been ages ago, I was still rummaging for my glasses.

A black figure approached and handed me my glasses.

"You do know that you are late right? You seemed to be taking your own sweet time."

Oh Josh, how I wish I could hear that voice everyday.

Josh had been my crush ever since forever, is it fate that we are here together late for class?

"Uhmm, yeah.. I uhh lost my glasses on the way to class"

" uhh yeah you did" Josh smirked

I know it was rude of him but his looks covers all his flaws. And now Im able to see all that with my glasses on. Lovely sight.

His emerald green eyes was as enchanting as his brown hair, I never thought we could ever chance upon this encounter.

Did I ever mentioned that he is from a rich family? His father own their own yatch.

Of course a face as yummy as his would end up doing photoshoots for Burberry.

Everyone said it's because his father knows relations and got the job for his son but I doubt so it is because of that

"Whatever, dork. I'm late for class and it's all because of you. Now don't go around telling people that I helped you or anything"

Sigh, he is still fabulous.

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English class ended quickly for me when I entered, Dan was already halfway into lecturing us about the Mocking bird literature book. Whatever that is.

"Chloe, can I talk to you for a minute?" Dan, my english teacher called out at me as he flipped through pages of my essay.

"yeah, sure.. what's up?" I asked, Dan is the only teacher that I am comfortable with and he allows us to call him by his first name.

He's quite young for his job, sometimes I wonder how he is inspired to take this job.

"Your essays are wonderful, you really should consider taking a job as a journalist." Dan complimented.

My mind wafted into space as he was talking. Damn, he was really gorgeous.

He has got sideburns and I admire how he can look all clean and neat and smells like aftershave.

It's a good thing that he is not married, I wouldn't want a child to ruin the look if I were him.

Sometimes I wonder how he would be if we were to be husband and wife. I would be marvelous making him a peanut butter sandwich, for him and our kids.

"Honey, don't forget your lunch!"

"Lunch? I'm talking about your essays here!" His voice caught me right handed in the middle of my imagination.

"Urh yeah thanks.. yeah, ok" I quickly rummaged through words as I get ready to go home, it was so embarrassing. I can tell that Im looking as red as a tomato right now.

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It is the final day of the last school week and I just hope everything turn out to be nice, at least no more bullying.

I had on an oversized sweater like I usually have on, jeans and tied my blonde hair up in a ponytail. Since I though that it is the last day of school, I would might as well make an effort to look pretty.

I flicked on crooked lines of eyeliner and put on my glasses, a coral lipstick glided on my chappy lips. I smiled at the reflection of myself, the smile revealed my purple braces.

I was happy to end this school and get out to face the working world. I had been doing good in school and going to be the school's valedictorian for this year's graduating cohort.

I took one last glance of myself and grabbed my bag.