i am not pretty

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Ella Jane has been told her whole life that she is a very pretty girl. She doesn't like it. Never has she liked it. She has long, long brown hair, Sparkling blue eyes and a gorgeous figure.She knows she has these beautiful features, but never will she accept being called pretty. Throughout Middle School Ella was known as 'The Prettiest'. She didn't believe this, and she didn't like being called prettiest.

"Ella, lets go. School starts in 15 minutes" That's Ella's mom, Mrs.Jane. Mrs.Jane is gorgeous. She has short blonde hair and is always dressed her best. Ella ran down the stairs with her bag over her shoulder.

"I just have to grab a few things from the kitchen, i'll meet you in the car" Ella told her mother as she skipped into the kitchen.

"Okay. Lock the door behind you" Mrs.Jane replied to Ella.

Ella was always dressed comfortably. She never dressed to impress, and hardly ever wore any makeup. Today she was wearing black leggings and an over sized white 'Arctic Monkeys' Tee shirt. She was in love with their music. Ella dug around in the pantry and shoved a few things in her bag.

"Shoes!" Ella said looking down at her feet. She ran upstairs and came back down a few minutes later with her white converse. Ella closed the front door and ran to the car.

"You look very pretty today!" Mrs.Jane told Ella who had just climbed into the car.

"Take that back" Ella said glaring at her mom.

"No, i'm not taking it back!" Mrs.Jane started as she drove out of the drive way.

"You need to learn to accept compliments Ella! So many people agree with me that you are such a pretty girl. I was talking to a few girls from my work and they all think you should become a mod-"

"Finish that sentence and i'll never speak to you again" You get what i mean? She will NOT accept the fact that she is pretty. I totally agree with her mother, she is absolutely gorgeous, but she will never accept it.

"You may agree with those people, but i don't" Ella said as she climbed out of the car. She stood looking at her mother's car waiting for her to drive off. Ella got tired of waiting and bent down so she could see her mother sitting in the car. Once her mother saw her, she waved, signalling her to leave.

Ella is 16, she's a sophomore. She doesn't have very many friends, one or two real ones i think. She took her phone out of her bag and dialed Tayla's number.

Just as the phone started calling a boy, a rather cute boy might i add, made his way over to Ella.

"Hey uhm sorry to interrupt but uh, i'm new here and i was just wondering if you could show me to the office?" The cute boy asked her.

"Hello?" Tayla asked through the phone. Ella completely ignored Tayla and clicked off.

"Hey uhm. No it's fine. Uh, yeah ill walk you over" Ella smiled. She was a really kind girl. Never was she mean to anyone, well intentionally anyway.

"Thanks. Uhm, Jett" He said putting out his hand.

"Ella" She replied and shook his hand before looking down. They walked to the office that was on the other side of the school.

I'm guessing it was awkward, considering there wasn't much of a conversation.

"Okay, this is the office" Ella said pointing towards it and then immediately putting her hands back by her sides.

"Thank you" Jett smiled. Ella smiled back and started walking to class as soon as he entered the office.

Ella isn't a bad student but isn't a straight A student either. She wasn't really in the mood for school today and she just dawdled her way there.

"Hey! Ella!" She heard someone call. She turned around and saw Jett running towards her.

"Hi" Ella said slightly confused.

"Uh,sorry again but do you know where these rooms are?" Jett asked showing Ella a timetable. Ella took a few minutes to look at his classes before answering.

"We have most of the same classes. You can hang around with me until you get familiar with the school" Ella smiled and continued walking.

"Thanks" Jett smiled and took bigger steps trying to catch up to Ella.

"Oh, sorry" Ella apologized after she realized how much faster she was walking.

"Don't be sorry. We better hurry if we don't want to be late." Ella smiled and led the way.

"Hi Prettiest" Brittany said as she walked past. Brittany is one of the popular's.Ella glared up at her as soon as the words escaped her mouth. I'm not sure if this Brittany girl means it when she calls Ella prettiest or if she does it just to annoy her. She is mean either way.

"Who's that?" Jett asked.

"Brittany" Ella answered quickly. Not in the best mood.

"What have you got against her?" Jett asked.

"She called me pretty" Ella was keeping her answers short.

"Why does it matter if she calls you that?" Jett asked, he was a little bit confused.

"I am NOT pretty, and i hate being called that" Ella said.

"Don't lie" Jett said.

"I'm not lying!" Ella said louder than she expected.

"Sorry its just that everyone calls me pretty, i hate it. My mom is always going on and on about how pretty i am and how i should become a model. I've tried it. I've modeled before, i hated it, it's not what i want to do. I don't want this long hair. Mum wants it. Not me. I don't want to wear the clothes she picks out for me, i'd rather my over sized t-shirts and leggings, not the super tight dresses. I'm sorry." Ella said and looked down. A tear fell down her cheek and she turned around and sat on the large rock that was now in front of her.

"Don't be sorry" Jett said and smiled. He sat down and wiped Ella's tear. Ella grabbed his hand as soon as it touched her face.

"Sorry, i-" The bell cut him off. "Lets get to class."

"You go, i just want to sit for a little bit."

"I don't know where class is." Jett chuckled. Ella smiled.

"Its the first class on the right" Ella looked in the direction the room was.

"Thanks but i think i'll wait with you."