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~Carmen's P.O.V.~
I walk into the tall building, and instantly feel the pain. The place were you lose your soul. The place that makes you think you're not good enough. The place that haunts you every time you come back. High school. I walk through the bitter hallways. All the girls are either doing their makeup or making themselves look better in some type of way. Meanwhile, all the boys are looking at those girls like their prime rib or something. I've always hated being objectified, but it would be nice for someone to look at me like that for a change. Most people would've thought that I would've peaked in beauty my senior year of high school, but I still look like a twelve year old little girl who still watches Hannah Montana reruns on the weekends.
Its hard not being beautiful, in a place like California, or any place really. Everyone expects me to be just as beautiful as any other girl. All I've ever wanted was for someone to look past my exterior and look at me differently, than how everyone does now. I've never been one to spill my emotions, but there is one person who I've always gone to for advice.
Mrs. Potato Head.
She helps me with everything. She's like a second mother to me, since my first only seems to care about herself. I've never been close to my mother, ever. She's always been the main cause of my insecurities. The way she always tells me that no one will love me if I'm unattractive. She took it upon herself to take care of her self esteem, by getting numerous surgeries, that did nothing but make my life a living hell, or living dollhouse considering all the plastic that's been added to her body over the past few years. My life is so awful, and I'm the only one who seems to care.
I walk down the hallways, scrolling through Mrs. Potato Head's website. Mrs. Potato Head is an online advice column at my school. Most people don't know about her, but I do. I talk to her all the time. She helps me with all the problems in my life. The best part about her, is if I need her at any time I can just text her from my phone.
I continue walking down the hallway with my phone glued to my face, when I bump into someone. I fall down and in the midst of falling I lose my glasses that I was never too fond of having. I feel around for them, but I can't find them. My vision is blurry, so blurry that I almost don't see a tall figure standing in front of me.
From what I can barely see it looks like a guy, or a girl with really short hair. They hand me something, and I feel it. Its my glasses. I put them on and everything becomes clear again. I look up to see who gave them to me and my jaw drops. I see the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. He has black hair, and a jawline that could cut every diamond in the world for 24 consecutive hours. He looks familiar, but not familiar enough to where I know his name.
He holds out his hand, and I take it in my own. His hands are super soft, like a cloud. He pulls me up, and my converse squeak against the tile hallway floors.
"I'm so sorry." I say.
"No problem. I'm Ethan by the way." He says.
Ethan. Very pretty name. I've always said that if I ever have a child that his name would be Ethan. What a weird coincidence.
" I'm C-Carmen." I stutter.
"I need to watch were I'm going, so I won't bump into girls like you." He says.
"What do you mean girls like me?" I ask.
"Beautiful girls." He says.
"Maybe you're the one who needs the glasses." I say.
"Why would you say that?" Ethan asks.
"Because I'm not particularly beautiful." I say.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,Carmen." He says.
