Chapter 11
I got out of the cafeteria before other strange things could start to happen including my self confidence increasing. This is bad. Any normal person would question this? Why would it be bad?
Okay, so as a young child when I had way more self confidence than Miley Cyrus per se, I was the baddest bitch in Pre-School. I mean I wore sunglasses to school, not to block the sun, but to block the haters.
My parents met with my teacher once every week, to evaluate my actions and try to conduct some sort of disciplinary actions. That week i cut this girl's hair because in my mind, it did not match with her outfit. The week before that I told this boy to run naked because wearing nothing was far better than his atrocious choice of attire. At age 5 my sassiness level was beyond borders, literally. I was televised for a reality show called "Sassy Princesses" which was telecasted worldwide. My parents allowed it since it was free PR for them. I didn't know any better.
As I grew up, it slowly diminished just like sand letters getting washed away by the smashing waves. It happened in an instant, and made me vulnerable till today. But somehow it found it's way back and constructed itself in me; with my heart as it's base. But I knew, that if one day my inner hidden confidence was to release itself again, I was in for one hell of a ride. I'll have to test out my own morals.
"She's the girl."
"Who her?"
"I don't see it."
"That new guy was super hot though."
I was pulled away from my train of thought as some whispering distracted me. I turned to glare at the group of girls gossiping against their lockers. If looks could kill, mine must've sent them to hell. Coz, Damn. They looked ready to piss their pants. Opps.
Sorry girls, this year it's my runway.
I am the new queen and you all will act as my subjects. Any interference with me and my position, will result in physical and social consequences.
No, seriously though, I'm done. I'm done with being alone. I'm done with being bullied, heck I'm done with being ugly. The only way to get to the top of the social pyramid is by appearance. And well, I have to put faith in my people that they did the correct thing by worshipping me somehow.
I went home that day on route to find myself a new image, school tomorrow's gonna be hella fun.
PEOPLE tend to complain about how unrealistic movies can be. But I for one just may be the exact example to disprove this claim. The two front doors opened to reveal me in a short white miniskirt and a black crop top with a plunging neckline. My height was enhanced with a pair of super cute nude pumps while my hair hung loosely down my back. Damn I looked hot. And judging from the stares around me, the rest of the student body must've agreed too.
"Hi, Sena."
"Wow Sena, you look gorgeous today."
"I love your shoes."
"Hey cutie, I haven't seen in a while."
"Sena! I love that top on you"
I knew it, this would happen. Walking down the hallways to my class, I was greeted non-stop and was showered with compliments on my appearance. Who knew this would have happened? Then I would've dressed better in the beginning. I walked over to my locker to find a handsome guy leaning against it.
"Good Morning, Sena."
"Oh hi, Minho. You look extra muscular today."
What the hell? Did I just flirt with the volleyball captain? Wait no that's not the correct question. Did the volleyball captain just greet me?
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Not Your Average Highschool
RomanceHi, my name's Sena and I hate my life. Well more specifically, my school. Everyone's encouraged to break the rules. The popular crowd get away with practically anything. The teachers are stupid, since they don't seem to mind that their students are...
