When opposites attract

Mals story

*warning* this will be a bit sad.

Mal POV  (15 years old)

Tears roll off my face and down my neck as I run. I'm drenched due the the heavy ran pulling on me as it strikes. I trip and hear an uproar of laughter, gathering my ratting black dress that once made me feel perfect, I now see it's as pathetic as its wearer.

When I finally get home I fall on to the floor.
He's so adorable, but he won't be mine.
A dare, dared to ask me out like
Im just an object,used in a funny joke for the others in my school. I don't blame him, look at everyone else, and then me. My mums out so I get out my note book and start writing a letter for my child when she's older or for anyone who cares I guess.

Being a girl.

I could be the perfect girl at school with perfect make up, the butt, bust and waist but I can not. It's not that I can not be bothered, it's that I can not.
These girls also are smart with top grades and easy lives with the partying, drinking and boys. But yet again I am not.

My make up is lacking, my butt is flat and my chest is not huge either. I have a small waist, which I love so much with my pieced belly button. Arms and legs hairy, shaved but comes back so fast I should do it again, again, again, and now they hurt and bleed from razor rash and cuts because I still cut my self every time I shave. My fingernails take long to grow and break easily, I would have acrylics but that would be ruined but the picking around my nails I do when I am nervous. I do not have your confidence, I try to see the best even in those who see the worst in me. I wear what you wear, it just looks better in you and really don't know what to do. When you are partying I am revising, not saying you all don't, I'm sure you do. I just find it so hard when I see others finding it so easy.

photos are bullies. You may want to take a picture with me but everyone you take and have I hate.

Now this may sound negative, but hear me out its not. I may not be perfect, but I'm me. And I don't want to change that. So please don't compare me to others as I am not them just as they are not me. I like not wearing perfect makeup as I'm not wearing a mask, just showing off a feature. I wear what I feel good in, and if others do not like then look away. You may have your party's and I would rather be what I am doing now with my family. You may keep your boyfriends, and I may not have one yet, but this is because i maybe not ready or I am too insecure to have one. Because if you do not love your self how can you expect someone else too. Let me do what I want to do, let me be sad when I want to be and happy when I have it because this is me.

I may not be perfect, but I'm me.

And to any future boyfriend, put up with me and just wrap  your arms around my waist and pull me close so I know I'm safe with you. Xx

I finally write my feelings and hug the page to my body so the tears rolling off my face doesn't touch my fragile page that now contained my heart.

Still Mal POV (after Matt left)

I hear him leave, leaving me alone. I crawl over to my bed and get in covering my self fully, laying on the pillow that still had his scent. I grab the note I have loved and needed so much since I wrote it and hugged it tight as protecting my heart again. When Matt was here the nights I needed it he would takes its place, I loved him and now he had gone. Now he should be behind me, holding me tightly around the waist and holding me close to him so I could hear his heart so I know at least one beats for me.

I finally calm down, it seem like it's been hours but I wouldn't know. I suddenly think, my dress!

I jump out of bed and run to my closet, it brings back everything, the pain and the happiness of that day.

Mal POV  (15 years old) continued ...

The door opens and my mum walks in. "Baby? What happened this time?"  I've  only just stop crying and I don't want to start again, she can still tell tho as my eyes must be red. "He asked me out as a dare" she looks angry for a moment but then her face turns to worried. "Wait here baby" she says leaving.
She comes back after 15 minutes with her bag and out coats, "I think someone needs a new dress"
See, she didn't know this but I knew she didn't have enough to buy me this dress as with her low income job she could only just pay the bills each month  but she wouldn't ever left me go with out, that's why I didn't mind the weekends drinking and partying she did.
We looked in 3 shops and I tried on 49 dresses till I found a perfect one. I loved it, yes it was the cheapest and least fancy but it was me.
I wore it nearly every day to school and once I tripped and fell, I heard laughing but who wouldn't laugh at me.

Mal POV: (back to normal times in story)
I pretend to be asleep as he comes back from in from the living room in just his jogger, he looks worried but it's never anything he can't handle. He gets back into the bed next to me, puts his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. He smelt so clean but still the same, he closed his eyes and relax, this was just how it should be, like it was before.

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Note-
I hope you like this chapter, this was to see a bit more about Mal as I love her character.