Soulmates

Chapter 3

4 years ago...

I mustered up the courage to finally ask out my seventh grade crush. I told my childhood friend Georgina about it in the school toilets. 

"Don't bother asking him out. He only likes pretty girls." echoed an old friend's voice.

"Georgina don't say that, that's mean." laughed someone else. "Leena's pretty."

"Liar."

"No offense but you're not really his type and he's going to reject you. So don't bother asking him. Anne, I'm trying to help her. She's going to get her poor heart broken."

I stayed silent. The girls sashayed out of the toilets, leaving me behind. As always. Poor Leena Montrose, left behind, ignored. Forgotten. 

I couldn't believe it was real. Did my best friend of seven years say this to me? I was struck with sadness. I cannot blame Georgina, I wept. Did I really think I could find love being me? I knew I couldn't play this game from the start. 

I began to cry once they left, as the runoff of soap suds turned swirly in the sink water. Held-back sobs were made shamefully public and pronounced by the bathroom walls, mixing with the abrasive noise of running water. 

I accidentally looked up to see my tomato red, pig-face and realised why people always killed me in kiss marry kill. No boy would look at me the way they looked at Georgina, who was turning more and more amazingly beautiful every day. 

Not that anyone noticed me. Most thought I was boring and never talked to me. Before I even met them, they became cross with me. Why am I so unloved? I thought as I cried harder. 

People did not like my friendship with those girls due to us being so different. I should have known it wouldn't take long for Georgina to catch on, after years of defending me from bullies and mean girls. When you grow up you become wise, and she became wise enough to notice my glaring flaws. 

I wished people would stop being so mean to me. It was hurtful.