Aggie's Pov:
Beep Beep Beep
I groaned and grabbed the sides of my pillow in hopes to block out the horrid noise. Monday came a little too fast for my liking. Two things I now don't like about Mondays, 1st is the obvious one I have school and the 2nd one is I will have to see Lillie. I used to look forward to getting to see Lillie, because you know we used to be inseparable. But that is not the case anymore I guess.
The pillow did not block the alarm clock like I would love it too. I reached over to my nightstand and turned it off. I sat in my bed for a while though, staring up at the ceiling debating if I should get out of my bed or not. Knowing that if I didn't get out soon my Mom would come up here and yell at me, I slipped out of my very warm covers and walked over to my bathroom
Maybe I can fake being sick and stay home. I turned on my bathroom and sighed at my appearance. My freak hair is a very dark deep blue and my eyes are a darker brown than usual. I opened one of my many drawers and pulled out a yellow hair tie. I am really getting tired of putting my hair up. Those few days of freedom and my hair being down makes me really miss being able to do so.
I really think my hair looks a lot better down, but being happy all the time is physically no possible for any human. Even the people who seem the most happy on the outside are really hurting on the inside, they just choose to hide it. I wish I could hide my other emotions a little better.
I start putting on my usual make-up. This is also a lot of hard work and tiring too, I wish I was pretty enough to not have to wear any make-up. But I guess God wanted to curse me with freak girl hair and eyes instead of beauty.
I heard my phone vibrate from my nightstand. Who would text me? I walked out of my bathroom and over to my nightstand. I picked up my phone and saw that it was a text from Lillie, doesn't she not want to be my friend why would she text me? I unlocked my screen and opened my messages to view the one she sent me.
'Can you wear something actually presentable today, don't want to blind the whole school right' I felt a tear run down my cheek, well that answers that question.
Once I went to set my phone back down it vibrated again, debating if I should open up the message and read it or not, I opened it instead no really listening to my instincts to not open it.
'Also you might want to put a little more make-up on to fix your face...oh wait no amount of make-up could fix that, but a paper bag might help' more tears just fell down my face, I ran to the bathroom and looked at my reflection.
Am I really that ugly? Faking being sick is looking more like a valid option. My phone vibrated from my hand, I sniffled and unlocked the screen.
'1 last thing, no tight shirts PLEASE! We don't need to see your fat hang out' I am now regretting eating that carton of ice cream. I closed my bathroom door, so I could use the full length mirror on the back of the door.
I pulled up the front of my pajama shirt to reveal my stomach. God it is huge, how could I not notice. The sight of myself made me nauseous. I ran over to my toilet and lifted up the lid.
I began to hurl, how could something so ugly be created to walk on the earth. I heard my bedroom door open, same with my bathroom door. I soon felt my Mom's hand rub circles on my back
"Oh Honey looks like you got a little stomach bug" She sighed "C'mon lets get you back to your bed"
I slowly got off the ground, and walked out of the bathroom with my phone in hand. My Mom placed her palm to my forehead
"You don't seem very hot" She scrunched my eyebrows "but I will not let you go to school if you where just puking" She shook her head and began to walk out the door "I will be back Sweaty I'm going to make so homemade chicken noodle soup for you" She closed my bedroom door, and I could hear her footsteps down the stairs.
I began to text Lillie back, I know it isn't a good idea but I did it anyway
'It doesn't matter anyway I'm not going to school today' I typed and sent it
Less than a second later I got a response back
'Thank The Lord, you are just a waste of space anyway so you just benefited everyone in school for not coming in' I felt the tears threaten to spill over
Am I really a waste of space?
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"Normal"
Teen Fiction"The first thing you learn in life is to try to be normal!" "I've tried and obviously that did not work out for me!"
