I walked into the high school building and I instantly wanted to hide away.
The hallways were loud as usual and as I walked to my locker discreetly I couldn't help but notice all of the flawless girls everywhere I looked.
That was one of the many ways I stood out.
I wasn't the skinniest girl and I also wasn't the prettiest, in fact I was probably the ugliest girl in our high school.
My parents were rich enough that I could afford nice clothes that made me feel comfortable but also look decent enough.
But there was a whole closet of clothes that my mother had bought for me that I honestly didn't see the point of wearing.
As I turned the lock on my locker I could feel the presence of people behind me and I instantly stiffened because I knew exactly who it was.
Because it wasn't just any who, it was him and his friends.
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Waiting For Perfection
Short StoryIn which a girl deals with the pain of not being good enough for everyone around her and not knowing that perfection comes from the imperfect.