Lileona Young wishes she could be an outcast. She wishes her life were much less dramatic and that people would see her for her. But it's hard for her to choose that lifestyle since her "best friend" is popular by choice, and Lily's dragge...
I woke up the next morning feeling sore all over. I had cried myself to sleep last night, so my face felt crusty.
I looked in the mirror. My bruises were no better and neither was my wound. Good thing I had got a dress that covered my body. It had a beige layer under the white one, and on the sides of the dress, it was white lace while in the middle it was completely white. Nobody would be able to see my bruises or my cuts, and all would be well.
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I looked at my dress, admiring it. I had nobody to go to prom with, and I tried to convince myself that it was okay. I didn't even have any girlfriends to go with.
Mariana, I thought.
Too bad I had a big grudge against her and I couldn't hang out with her.
But why do I have that grudge anyways? I mean I made an assumption. And I've always been someone to know that assuming is dangerous, yet I did it anyways. And she'd been trying to get me back, or that's what it seemed like. But I was just stuck in this mind set that they were never really on my side. I just thought that it'd been a trick on me, and I was going to shake it off. But what if I've been wrong? And I've been ignorant to the truth because I'm always convincing myself that the worst will always happen.
"Oh my God," I whisper aloud to the mirror. "I have to go."
I hurriedly put on some pants and a sweater, not even trying to tame the lion, also known as my hair. I ran down the stairs and put flip flops on and hopped in my car.
I drove to Mariana's house. It was only 10:00 AM, but I hoped that she'd be there.
I marched up the steps to her front door. All this fast paced stuff was tiring.
I hesitated on ringing the doorbell, but I finally mustered up the courage and pressed it. I crossed my arms and looked around. I felt anxious, I really had no idea what I was going to say to her. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.
After I had thought that there was nobody home, the door opened and revealed a girl just as dis-coordinated as I. She'd barely even cleaned up, and still had bed head.
"Lily," she breathed. Before I could speak, she was embracing me tightly. I hugged her back, and I felt tears coming but I really didn't want to start crying. Many more feelings would be brought in, and I couldn't do that right in the public eye.
"I'm sorry." She says with a sad voice.
"Can you come over? Like, right now?" I ask. I didn't want to be sentimental until it could be private.
"Um, sure but I need to get ready for prom."
"Bring your stuff."
She pulls away from the hug and I can see her eyes were crystallized. She smiled brightly though, and it made me smile.
