The Stages.

Stage 2

Walking through the halls, I wanted to get out of school so badly. People were crowding the front entrance and barging to get through. Everybody was laughing at me. But there was one boy, who looked at me with loving eyes. For once I felt safe, I felt like everyone disappeared around me. His eyes gleamed a bright blue, golden strands of hair grew out of his tanned skin. He stared for a moment, then staggered over to me. He whispered in my ear "You're beautiful". I started to blush and I found my way through the crowd into fresh air before his friends pulled him away from me and questioned why he was speaking to me.

Running home, tears raced down my face, I threw my bag to one side and slammed the door behind me, scurrying up to my bedroom before anyone could see me. I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out society's own meaning of beautiful. I wiped away all the powders and liquids I had put on my face that morning, and I realised. My natural face was my worst enemy. One thing ran through my mind, and in that one moment I thought about nothing but that boy. I didn't know his name, I didn't need to. All I knew is I needed to see him again.

Throughout the rest of the evening, I thought of what to say to him, what to wear the next day, and what exactly to do. My eyes closed, and I rested my head on the mess of springs and covers I had called my bed all these years. Before I could even say night, the morning had come, but all that ran through my mind is what I looked like.