I Couldn't Stay Ugly Forever

Chapter One- The Return

 Hey! Well, er, I'm finally uploading! Okay, I wrote, edited, and rewrote this chapter a ton, and I tried to make it long! Enjoy!

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  Cautiously I looked into my old school. How would my peers react to me? Would they be nice to me because I'm famous? Would they hate me for being famous? Oh, hell.

   I left this town in the middle of freshman year to become something I never believed I could be. It was a whirlwind ride straight up, and now my name is everywhere. Not to mention I couldn't be my regular, ugly self forever, in fact I'm now told I'm quite pretty. I'm even considered the "Golden Girl of America", although I have other nicknames. Maybe they say I represent my nation because I'm a jack-of-all-trades. Names have come up like "the Gorgeous Nightmare", "Deadly Little Angel", and my personal favourite, "America's Bitter-Sweetheart". It's not like I do drugs.

   I just can handle high-powered weaponry. Sheesh. Jerks. Anywho, I arrived extremely early as to avoid seeing crowds of people. People who would befriend, use, then abuse me. Okay, maybe the bullying made me a little cynical. Whatever. The people I've actually been friends with forever I've kept in touch with. Just by calls, texts, and skype, but we've made it work. Although, it will feel nice to hug, or at least bro-hug, my true friends again.

   Unfortunately, I'd also have to see the old buttholes who would now possibly be kissing my ass. Most people would say "Look who's the best now?!" and it's not that I don't feel that way, it's just that the majority of me does not feel like messing with them right now. Of course, they may just be jealous and hate me more because of that, but I could care less.

   Heading to the front office, I hesitated before pushing open that door. The secretary, Mr. Zhang, was like a father to me last year. I can't count the number of times he comforted me when I was either crying or close to it. I haven't talked to him in so long, not since I left. Biting my lower lip, I opened the door and crossed the treshold...

   There was a crash and suddenly a pair of arms had me wrapped in a bone-crushing bear hug. "Juliet! Someone's been busy getting famous!!!" I laughed and hugged him back. "Hi Papa Zhang!" You see, Papa Zhang was, and is, the closest thing I have to a dad, and to him I was like a daughter. I guess I never realised how much I missed him, and it was all crashing down on me now. Grinning fiercely, he held me at an arms length. "Look at you! Getting fashion advice, I see." It was true; I had aquired something akin to a sense of style. Granted, it still fit my personality, but it was new. I also learnt to use makeup.

   Papa Zhang smiled at me and gushed "My gorgeous little girl! How have you been? How is, er, your mother?" he reddened a bit and I giggled. Mr. Zhang has the tiniest crush on my mum, but I don't mind. "I'm fine, and Mum is well also."

    " Well, Papa, can I have my schedule? I have my books, just no where to put them!" I said dramatically. "Alright, my little one, here you are. Have a fantastic day!" I thanked him, wished him well, and off I went.

   Thank goodness I had Ms. Devinatt first hour. This woman is a great teacher, loves me, and gives us free time. I should know, I did have her last year, and she's filling in the art teacher shoes again. I'm not going to lie, I can be a bit of a teacher's pet, but that's mainly because I like good teachers who earn my respect, and most of them do.

   Walking slowly into the room, I glanced at my teacher who had yet to notice me. "Good morning, Ms. Devinatt!" I greeted, then laughed as she did a doubble-take. "Juliet! Mon ami, you changed so much. So beautiful!"

    Blushing, I muttered "No I'm not..."

   "Oh, but you are! You have even been to my hometown to model, no?" True, I had gone to Paris to model some French designer's new dress line. I got to wear the awesome one. Fun. "Well, yes, but-"