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Overlooked.Her

Today was the day.

Her day.

She had tried her best this time. She spent the entire day in her room to get ready. Everything had to be perfect. She carefully pressed a dress that she had used most of her allowance on. She spent almost three hours straightening, curling, carefully placing, and pinning her hair into a style that She framed her face. She had spent countless hours standing in front of the mirror practicing her facial expressions for possible conversations that had popped up in her head. 

Even her friend came over, excited for her first date, and together they put make-up on her face. Mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, blush, and foundation. She begged for it. She wanted to look beautiful for him. She wanted him to look at her like people looked at her friend.

She had no siblings. Only one very dear childhood friend. Her friend was a beautiful person, with a wonderful personality with a gorgeous face to match. People would often approach her, man and woman alike, in order to reach her friend. 

They never cared for her.

No, never her.

Only her beautiful, head-turning friend.

She could even hear the whispers from adults.  'Look at her. poor thing. She is nothing like the other one over there. now THAT girl is gorgeous. THAT girl will go places with a face like that, especially with how talented She is...'

For as long as She could remember, She was the person to be pitied. And the person that was ignored.

When She reached the age to go to school, her classmates weren't any better.

The guys in the class would be nice to her, at first. But then it would change. They always wanted to know about her friend. 

What did SHE like. 

What did SHE do for fun.

What SHE looked like when she was asleep.

What SHE was like as a baby.

If SHE was seeing anyone.

If SHE would be interested them.

It hurt to wonder if She would ever have someone gaze lovingly at her. Just like the countless pairs of eyes that focused on her friend, as if she floated on air.

Her friend wasn't a bad person. She didn't want to hate the person that had always been there for her. That had always wiped her tears and helped her smile again. That was always there with open arms and a shaking fist if someone was mean to her.  

 She didn't want to fight the need to yell at her when SHE talked about her boyfriend of the week.  She didn't want to glare at her as SHE complained about getting attention from men all the time. She didn't want to scoff as SHE complained about not being pretty enough. 

She didn't want to be bitter. She wanted to be a good friend.

She didn't have the heart to tell her friend she felt inadequate beside her. She never got attention from others. They only wanted her friend, the beautiful enigma that they could never get their hands on. Men would do anything to get her friend's attention. 

She had lost count of the times her heart had been broken because of it.

But her heart wouldn't be broken this time. She knew it. This guy was different. He was warmth, her very own ray of sunshine.  

She had a crush on him for so long. Out of all the girls in her class, he liked her. Not her friend. She knew it. 

He had approached her that Monday, with a smile on his face. The sun glinted off of his short spiky hair.  She had always loved his hair. The green eyes She would spend hours daydreaming about sparkled as he looked at her.