My name is storm.
I'm 17 years old.
I'm one of the so called 'popular' girls.
I got to party's.
I talk to guys.
I make plans to go out in the weekend.
Even though I would literally do anything else.
I'm not like other girls.
And yes, I just said that
How cringey.
But it's true. I hate the colour pink. I hate talking to guys, they are just stupid bitches that just want sex. I hate patty's, being social. I hate the expectation that girls are just stupid sluts that wear tiny shorts and tops that expose their breasts. Even though my 'friends' are like that.
I'm not.
The other girls are vain.
Self obsessed.
Always talking about make up. Clothes. Boys. Being pretty. Jewellery. Social media. All that shit.
I hate the way I look. I'm medium height, with straight brown hair cut at my shoulders. It's roughly chopped, my own handiwork. I even did my own bangs. There, semi even. I dyed the ends of my hair green, after a fight with my mum. It's kind of faded now. I might dye it purple next. My eyes are hazel. Well one of them is . Heterocromia . The other is a deep green. It's hideous. I despise it. I wish I was normal. Blonde maybe, blue eyes, pink dress. Not this dingy girl in thrift store band tee shirts and too short shorts.
I hate me
Other girls hate me
Some for the same reason as me
Some for others
Either way-
My name is storm
This is my story
This is my voice
This is who I am
YOU ARE READING
The Brightest Star In The Sky
RomanceStorm seems like your average girl. She smiles, laughs and enjoys peoples company. She's the heart of her small towns social life, surrounded by friends. And yet she feels so alone. Storm isn't like her friends. She doesn't like boys. She doesn't ge...
