Yes, first day of Junior year of High School. What an amazing time-not. I walk into that school with so much regret. Everyone staring, laughing while I walk passed. Why were they laughing? Was it my outfit? My hair? Eyes? What was it? I walk into the bathroom and checked myself. My coral pink shirt isn't stained, my blue jeans weren't wet, my boots were clean. What were they laughing at. Then it hit me. My weight. I walked back out, went to my first class. Algebra 2. Great. My first step in I saw the "perfect people" in the corner. Perfect people you may ask? Those are girls who think being 90-100 pounds, being blonde, and having perfect teeth is perfect. Standing next to them is like standing next to an ant. Small, skinny, cute then me. Tall, fat, ugly and not them. I'm considered "non-perfect" in that school with a couple other people. I felt so embarrassed just standing there. I took my seat and said nothing for the rest of my classes.
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The "Perfect Person"
Teen FictionAnna is a 16 year old girl, junior year at a private school. When one day Anna runs into a group of girls who thinks the way she looks isn't perfect. Until one day Anna met the right person....
