Rejection Hurts On Both Sides

Chapter 1: Little Miss Klutz

Chapter 1: Little Miss Klutz

Once upon a time, in the world of-

What are you talking about?

I'm just trying to be dramatic!

How is that being dramatic?!

I don't know! It's your idea!

How did that become my idea?

Well- I'm you! So technically speaking, it's your idea!

Correction: you're my conscience. You are not me. I don't even care about you.

How dare you! I am what helps you choose between right or wrong! You ignorant twit!

I repeat, I do not care. Now shoo.

I can't go anywhere! If anything, you should be the one leaving!

Excuse me? Why you little-

"Are you okay?" A voice asks, bringing me out of my argument with my conscience.

I turn to see a girl with black framed glasses looking at me with an odd expression. She has her dark hair tied up in a ponytail.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Um..." I falter. She looks familiar, and I rack my brain for a name to pop up.

"Kaylee!" I finally say, with a grin on my face. "How are you?"

She laughs. "I'm fine. How was your weekend?"

"It was good," I make a 'so-and-so' motion with my hand. "How about you?"

"Same as you." Kaylee replies.

"Oh, that's cool..." I say.

An awkward silence settles.

After a few minutes, Kaylee finally breaks it. "Well, Scarlett said I'd meet her by the cafeteria, so..." She forces a smile. "Nice seeing you again."

She darts off, leaving me by myself before I can reply.

I face-palm myself. "That was awkward."

Well, you guys don't know each other very well, since you aren't her classmate in any subject, so it was natural to feel awkward.

Or maybe it's the fact that we were conversing in the girls' bathroom.

Yeah, that too. Or maybe it's because you were staring at her.

I wasn't staring at her!

Liar. You didn't even blink.

I just roll my eyes and go back to what I was supposed to do in the first place.

Wow, my conscience chortles. How vain.

I frown. "I am not vain," I say aloud. "I'm just... studying my appearance in the mirror."

And why is that?

I ignore that question, and I let my gaze travel to my hair. My dark hair was cut short, ending near my chin.

I had complained about it when it was cut, and even now, I still wasn't used to it. I look at my round face, showing my almond shaped eyes, and dull colored lips. A few pimples were scattered around my face, making me groan.

I sigh. "I'm just plain Agatha."

Um... plain Agatha?

What?