7 Years

Self-Acceptance: Elle, the perfect girl.

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This chapter is a little different from the rest, but i do hope you still enjoy it:)

I'm sure everyone can relate somehow in this chapter.

p.s
whatever you may be going through, it does get better.

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Her Perspective

"Eugh, she hasn't changed a single bit."

"Why is she still short?"
*snorts*

"Who is she again?"

"Le-Maw, her eyebrows gotta groww,"

"Everyone's kinda glo-ed up, except for.."

Yep.
This is school,
where

Beauty > Intelligence
Perfection > Intellection
Beautification > Information

Takes place.

..yeah, you get what i mean.
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I wish i could be
her.
Beautiful inside and out.
So beautiful, she doesn't even need makeup.
She's the perfect height for any boy,
And her body slim thick ect. ect.

"Model material coming through!"

"You sure she didn't get liposuction?"

"Dayyum, what's her name again?"

"Why can't i have her body?!"

"I was so jealous of her last year,
Now she's just being unfair, surpassing all of us like that."

'Who?' You may ask,
She's my
bestfriend, Elle.

"Why is she still clinging onto that other girl?"

"Total opposites, man."

"How unusual, a princess
being led by a
walking trashcan,"
-the inner me that no one knows about.

My neighbour and childhood friend.
She knows everything about me.
Well,
almost everything.

Elle, the perfect girl.

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ELLE'S PERSPECTIVE

I'm walking home from another pointless day of education with Dia.
It's as if she's actually forgotten it's her birthday..
Oh.
This girl makes me laugh.
Seriously.
Who forgets the day they were born?

She's walking beside me,
sulking
like a wilting flower in winter.

Her unintended grudge impression and clenched fists concerned me.

Was she trying to be an Arthur meme in a horror movie or what?

However, one other thing caught my eye.
There was slight awkwardness in the way she walked.
Heh,
Was she limping?

To validate my hypothesis, i slowed my
pace down
little
by 
little
so she wouldn't suspect anything while i could walk behind her
to analyse her movements a little more clearly-
HECK
She was limping!

Her skirt was neither too long nor too short and her knee-socks fit perfectly on her short legs so all i could see were her hind perfectly tanned knees.
Great.
Just what i was looking for!!
No telling now how she hurt herself.
Did she bruise herself?
Played basketball again and had one of her usual injuries?
Did she cu-

"Please don't tell anyone!"
She bursts, covering her mouth instantly, shocked at her own words.
We both stand still,
silent
on the sidewalk
Whist a blue Mercedes car carelessly speeds by.

She pivots, with her left foot.
Her eyes are glued to my shoes,
"Please, i already took a painkiller so it doesn't hurt
I promise!"
She spurts out again, but i can always tell whether she's lying or not.

I shake my head and sigh,

"Whatever,
that limp better go away by Monday or else you're getting a free massage from me.
You're welcome."

She smiles weakly, her eyes now fixated on mine.
I can tell she was satisfied with that offer.
But did she actually forget it was the day she exited her mother's womb today?

Good, i guess.
She's got a surprise waiting for her at home.

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We arrive.
She actually did forget.
And was surprised
By her loved ones' presence.
Her eyes chink-up and the weirdest euphonious laugh flows out of her mouth once again.

'Success,'
i tell myself before conjuring up an image of moi
high-fiving moi-self.

I'm in the opposite side of her living room, watching her like an eagle,
as she greets her family members.

"I totally forgot!"
Is what i all could read out of her mouth-
Heh?
What is that green chunk stuck in-between her teeth?
Seriously, i can see it and i'm standing  opposite the room from her!

All my focus on Dia plummets as a familiar figure blocks the view.

"Elle, help me set up this game, please."

Oh, it's manong Jay.
Cute, funny and totally-not-my-type-
i-lied
manong Jay.

"Yes, sir,"
i giggle, saluting him.
Usually he laughs at these childish type of jokes.
But not today.
He was just staring at the floor, biting his lower lip,
his focus elsewhere.

"What game?"
I ask, attempting prevent further awkwardness.
His perfect, almond eyes slowly met with mine,
his facial expression changed
and out of the blue,
sly smirk appeared,

"Spin the bottle: Truth or Dare."