This is the story of me. Charollete Rose, the non-athletic, least popular, and by Racheal Hicks deffinition, the most ugly. I had my own sort of style that i didnt reallt think was an actual stlye if I could even posses one. I had the brightest green eyes I think you'll ever see, and REALLY blond long curls. My hair looked like Taylor Swifts. I had a slender body with what people called nonexistant boobs. My skin was almost translucent, but a floresent pasty white. I don't think I had ever tanned in my life, I just burned and turned a bright red and then walla! I was white again. Story of my life! Of course, I went to school with all the stupid tan blonds that every guy on the foot ball team fell for. To me they were just scared little girls in a model's body with to big of an ego.
Nobody looked at me and no one talked to me. I liked it that way, I never bothered anybody nobody bothered me, most of the time. But things started to change once my Softmore year came around. Now, nobody will leave me alone. They weren't calling me names or anyting, they just talked behind my back when they thought I couldn't hear them. But I did. 3 months into the school year and it was already hell. I wasn't even new to the school, I knew half these kids since the first grade for God's sake!
Standing in front of my floor length mirror in my bedroom I picked out my outfit. tTght gray skinney jeans, with a soft graish blue camisol, with a little gray knit half jacket, with white ballet flats. I simply applied my makeup. I hated girls who thought they looked good plastered with all the products from the Sephora store in their faces. I placed my thin line of eye liner and then a qiuck bruch of mascara before I put my contactsin. Yes, I was nerdy and totally uncool. My parents didn't really cared what I did as long as it didn't cost them a lot of money. i oculd go get a tatoo as big as a dinner plate and all they would ask is "did you pay for it?" the only time i have ever seen my parents sober was when my mom had her friend margaret over for a weekly girl talk or whatever they convinced me they really did. nobody at school knew what my parents were like exept for Ivy Sears my best frind since kindergarden. her parents were uptight and really stict of course they had only met my parents as least as possible becasue i knew they were the kind of people that woul. rip me away from Ivy.
so that part of my life was screwed up but i was adopted what did i expect?i had only found out i was adopted a few months ago and it didnt bother me casue my parents didnt care about me or pay any attention to me anyway. what was the difference? they were so worried about money becasue my dads job is going under and my mom works at a yearly paying job which u could say is very inconveinent . i had a job at the local bookstore, nerdy i know but i was a total book worm, i thoguh that by reading it wuld take all my problems away, little did i know that it only did until you hit the last chapter. i loved romance novels becasue i always pictured me as the girl that has a hot guy climb into her bedroom window and watch her sleep, but books were inly books and sooner or later i would have to turn the page.
i mentally shook my self out my deep thought and did a once-over of my self kin the mirror, i looked presentable. i grabbed my over the shoulder bag and headed out the door. the cold minnesota air whipped at my cheeks and spread the smell of my strawberry shampoo through the icy air. i hopped in my little babyblue volkswagon beetle and started the engine. the loud roar startled me as i pulled out of the driveway.
during geometry,my least favorite subject, i sat content in my seat staring hardly at the board determined to get an A on ther next final. the bell rang to go to break and i almost rano out of the door greatful to be free. i sighed in releif as the sky was still gray and little flakes of snow started to drop and land in my scarf.
"you are so weird!" i Ivy said apperaing on my right side.
"what cant a girl like the snow?" i said with a smile. "not as much as you do, charolette." she said smiling and rolling her eyes. she waved me toward a a faded blue lunch table, her short brown hair shining in the reflection of the snow. i pulled out my little bag of grapes and my compact. i opened it up and just as i expected my cheeks were a pale rose color and my hair looked wind blown. great. the bell rang, Ivy yelled behind her turned shoulder "bye!!" i had never seen her run so fast, but then i say Matt in the line for her english class. now it all made since. she had fallen in a silent love he didnt know about with him, even though she had known him sonce the diaper days.
the last few classes passed in a hase of lectures nobody included me in and writing. 2:40 the sweetest time of the day when school was let out! i raced home.
when i got home i qiuckly dumped my bookbag and my scarf and hat on my big blue chair and sat down to read a book. and irrestistable novel my Cary Grant. the last time i looked at the clock it read 1:32 am. i drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
