HER PERSPECTIVE
*KNOCK*
"OPEN THE DOOR"
*KNOCK KNOCK*
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that i'm short.
I'm sorry that i'm fat.
I'm sorry that i haven't glo-ed up.
I'm sorry that my eyebrows aren't as fleeky as hers.
I'm sorry i'm not your 'type'.
I'm sorry i'm not your definition of perfect.
"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"
I want to be
so frickin' badly.
But i'm so sorry,
I just
can't.
No matter how hard i try.
I locked myself up in my bathroom,
crawling towards the corner, curling myself into a ball,
like a really, really round ball.
Silent sobbing
deafened the darkness;
Finally,
because of weakness,
i had allowed myself to drown in the river of sorrowful tears,
Somewhere i once was so afraid to go
down.
"I'LL KICK THE DOOR DOWN IF I HAVE TO!"
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TYG 'S PERSPECTIVE
Interesting.
I have no idea what just happened but,
I would really like some tea rn.
Interesting indeed.
They kissed.
It was like that TLC episode where the incredibly awkward Josh guy got kissed by the cute girl.
Except in this situation, Jay clearly didn't wanna be kissed.
And of course,
Jay's waayyyy more decent than this 'Josh' guy.
That wasn't the interesting part, though.
Since everyone sorta shipped Jay and Elle,
because they looked 'cute' together, everyone was excited but it just wasn't huge news.
Two attractive people kissing-
big surprise!!!!
The interesting part was during their 30 second 'kiss',
Dia just stood up, dragging herself away from us,
and left our truth and dare circle, heading for the door of reality.
She looked fed up.
She looked tired.
She looked dead.
She left us all with a silence so awkward and deadly.
Everyone was so confused,
But one by one
soon started realising the truth.
Some were just staring at each other, caught in confusion.
Others tried to go after her, but Jay stopped them,
he wanted to speak to her himself first.
We listened to him because his head hung low, in shame,
shaking it so viscously i thought it would come off.
He was so still for a while,
that it got us all concerned and all eyes were on him.
All of a sudden, he rose from his feet,
A sudden passion, a new sort of energy flowing through him.
He sprang towards the door.
"I'm gonna find Dia."
Not one smile appeared on anyone's face,
Instead concern and worry and doubt occupied us,
Not one smile,
Except for Elle.
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ELLE'S PERSPECTIVE
It's not that deep.
I kissed a boy we both like.
It was her fault for not telling me, really.
A wave of feelings attempted to drown me after my Kylie Jenner lips left his.
Confusion wanted me to stay where I was, sort things out in my head before i did anything else.
Sadness,
the compassion I had for my 'best friend',
wanted me to run after her,
To tell her that I take it all back, that I regret kissing him,
to apologise.
But this new feeling had conquered the others.
I couldn't describe it.
It was overwhelming,
And all I knew about it was that I liked it.
For once, I actually beat Diadema.
I've shown everyone that
I can do whatever I want,
Have anyone I want,
Kiss anyone I wanna kiss.
That one kiss strengthened me, I feel as if I'm someone else now, no one can tell me what to do.
Not even Diadema.
I've realised she was the one pushing me around.
Telling me what to do, what not to do,
Constantly trying to 'help' make my 'life' perfect,
Thinking i'm her little slave, her little robot,
treating me like one.
She's beat me academically,
Her grades soaring as high as her Nutella pancakes when she flips them over.
I can't even boil water properly.
She's beat me with sports as well.
She always low-key shows off,
Pretending to be 'humble',
It pisses the piss of me off.
But whenever we go swimming,
No one stares at her the way they stare at my smexy hour-glass figure.
Dayum,
How I used to feel pity for her.
Only now, the tables have turned.
Starting now, only I've got me.
I'm independent.
I don't need someone to constantly try make my life 'perfect' and criticise me for whenever I don't reach someone else's standards.
I'm perfect in my own way, I don't need anyone telling me that.
.
..
...
Why does Jay like her?
That simple question
pounds my throughout my mind,
pulsating in my heart.
Why?
She doesn't get half the compliments I get,
And she gets angry and cries easily.
What's attractive about that?
She left the room about 5 minutes ago, and no one's actually gone after her yet,
No one likes her.
What's attractive about that?
I smile with pride.
This new feeling takes over me.
I beat her.
I won.
I'm independent.
I've actually beat her.
This feels good.
I kissed Jay.
I've 'hurt' her without feeling any guilt for the first time,
It's not my fault Jay likes me more if he kisses me,
If she didn't tell me how she felt about him beforehand,
If I'm better than her finally.
It's not my fault is it?
Congratulations moi,
And
Happy Birthday,
Diadema.
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