Story Ideas

Idea #5

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The annoying sound of my alarm woke me up from my slumber. I lazily dismissed it and crawled out of bed. I walked into my bathroom and started at a hideous image, also known as my face. My usually okay brown skin looked discolored and uneven. Somehow, I had managed to get an extra pimple over night too, amazing.

"Geez, I wouldn't even marry me," I groaned to myself.

I brushed my teeth unenthusiastically. After finishing my morning routine, which included showering, shaving, trying to tame my hair - bad hair day, everyday- and getting dressed, I stood at my mirror again and studied myself.

After God knows how long, I had come to the conclusion that I had a pretty "killer" body, and well aside from my new zit, I could confidently say I was a solid 4. Not bad right?

I had a lot riding on today, it was the first day at a new school and let's just say I was not keen on being at the bottom of the social ladder...again. In a spur of the moment decision, I walked to my bed and grabbed my special box from underneath it. In the box was a bunch of rejected gifts that I never got myself to throw away. There was my Barbie doll from when I was six, never liked it cause I was never the girl type. Also there sat yet another girly gift from my aunt, a pink tutu. Basically the trunk was filled with the vomit of a stereotypical girly girl. I grabbed a makeup kit my mother had bought me last year for my sixteenth birthday. She had hope that being sixteen would transition me into a real woman. I sighed heavily and sat the makeup box on my lap. I opened it up and simply started.

"This is the year you're going to become beautiful Zoë. This is it," I whispered to myself. I began applying all sorts of stuff to my face. After my amateurish attempt at beautifying myself I stood up to take a look in my mirror.

One word: appalling.

I sighed and called for my mother. She walked in with a rush, she had probably thought it was an emergency. She took one look at me and laughed. Don't think I mean a slight giggle, I mean she full on laughed her lungs out, literary. She was in full on hyena mode or something. After six thousand hours (one minute) of her laughing, she wiped a tear of the corner of her right eye and composed herself.
"You look lovely honey." She lied.

"Funny, so will you help me or not?"

She flashed me a toothy smile and ushered my to my bed. After she had finished the lead me to my mirror. The third time this morning I had been at my mirror.

One word: whatthehell

I didn't look like my normal self. I actually looked beautiful. My eyes looked brighter and my eyelashes looked to gorgeous to be real. My skin was practically flawless, who would even know that my zit existed.

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*starts writing in bullet form because I'm lazy af, but I had to get this done*

°Zoë gets to school and everything goes as planned. The cool kids accept her into their social circle.
° she's happy, obviously, but when one of the girls asks her to skip class, she reevaluates her friends.

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Suggested title: Becoming Beautiful (I am aware that there is a book on wattpad with this title, that's okay, many books have the same title. Also the story is not the same, so everything will be okay.)
Genre: Teen Fiction (I always use this cause I think everything literally fits into it.)
Possible spin-offs: Basically, I want this story to have a "be careful what you wish for" sort of vibe. I want it to have like an inside look into the popular girls life. The part where they do stuff the don't want to do, all the competition and backstabbing and cattyness. Can I just add the fact that I want Zoë to remain black. Sometimes it feels like wattpad isn't open to the real world mostly. It feels like every book is about white straight people. Can we just acknowledge that black, Asian, Indian, Latin and mixed people, gay and bisexual people exist too. I just want you guys to keep that mind when you write. It makes your story feel more relatable, because anyone can imagine themselves in the shoes. With that I ask that we don't use stereotypes to make Zoë seem more "black". As much as I want her race known, I don't want it to be a focus point. I just want her to be a protagonist who so happens to be black. Anyway, I digress.
Back to the plot, I was thinking maybe Zoë will like befriend a 'nerd' and realise that they're actually cooler than people portray then as. I'm hoping that as you write Zoë will end up being a so called loser by choice because she realises that a few real friends are with more than a ton of fake 'w'itches, I think we ask know what w the is replacing.

Back to the thinking room
-M

I promise to finish this prologue as soon as I can.