"Lisa....you know you could just stop this,right?" Taylor, my best friend asked me. She was obviously referring to my fake appearance."Why Tay? I'm obviously happy with how I look." I looked at the mirror and fixed my black wig. "But you look so..." She paused for a few seconds. I knew what she would say,so I beat her to it. I playfully rolled my eyes and turned around to smile at her "So ugly?" I said.
"Something like that..." She mumbled. "Why? Can't girls accept a different body type?" I said quite irritated. I sighed angrily " A different face structure! Why? Because all of them are trying to look like Victoria secret models? Like Kim Kardashian? Kendall? Kylie?"
"Gosh Taylor. Why can't people try being more 'unique'?" I said with my voice raising. She sighed heavily "Look, Lisa... I'd just appreciate it if you would go back to how you really looked like. The long— I cut her off before she would say anything "Don't even try to talk about how I used to look like Taylor. You know I hate it when you do."
"I'm sorry Liz. I just missed the old you." She said. "I'm just going to go now." She left the room after saying it. I was left all alone in the room by myself. I walked over to the mirror looking at my fake appearance. I looked at myself closely.
My Jet black contacts covered my real eye color along with my straight jet black wig. I covered my real skin color with pale foundation. I was also wearing a fat suit which made me look really curvy. Gosh, I've hidden my real appearance for so long to the point I almost can't remember what I really looked like.
I touched the mirror and I saw a reflection of my old self looking back at me. Eyes filled with sorrow. Mouthing the words "Bring me back." Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I can't,I will never change my appearance back to how it did.
I wiped my tears off and I placed the things I needed for school inside my Parisian bag. I turned on my phone before placing it in the bag and It was 6:20 A.M. . It would take me at least twenty five minutes to go to school. I washed my face to make it look like I wasn't crying at all.
I went out of the mansion my mother worked hard for. I locked it after going out. The black BMW was waiting outside. I went inside the front passenger seat and the 23 year old driver warmly smiled at me. "Hey Benson." I returned his smile.
I never liked bragging about being rich. So I always asked my driver to drop me off somewhere close to the school so people wouldn't know I was rich. Here we were at someplace close to school. "Okay,Bye!" I told my driver.
Hello, Babilon high.
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Romance(Cliché I know) Lisa was what people looked at as below the average or A.KA ugly. If she'd remove her fake face people would've accepted her more. She was bullied everyday for her FAKE appearance ever since she was in middle school. She never wante...
