Sorry if this sucks but it's the first thing I writh and I know my English is bad but I'm from belgium... :) x
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She was looking in the mirror while crying. She was disgusted with herself but she never told anyone because no one really cared.
"Y/N are you alright?" My mom asked nocking on the bedroom door.
I quickly wiped away my tears and opend the door.
"Yeah I'm fine, whats up?" I sad like nothing happend.
"I was wondering what you wanted for your sixteenth birhday next week. So I can go shop."
"Mom, if you can give me Ashton Irwin for my birthday then I like to hear it." I sad klearly jocking.
She laughed as she walked away.
.THE NEXT DAY.
"MOM, I can't find my jeans!" I yelled trough the hallway.
"I washed them, there not dry yet!"
Then I just sat on the floor as I started crying while my mom came to see why.
"Why are you crying?"
"It was the only pair that still fited me, what am I suposed to wear now?"
"What about one of your dresses?" She sad looking at me questionly.
Al thuogh I hated wearing dresses, I had to go to school.
When I arrived at school it felt like everyone was staring at me and wispering hurtfull things.
When I got to my 'friends' I could just hear them think about the way that I looked.
When we got in class the teacher was handing out flyers from a talent show asking if anyone of uss wanted to join.
"So who wants to particapate in the talent show two weeks from now?"
No one sad anything so I kept quiet. Al though I loved to sing, I wasn't brave enough to do it.
