Forever

What is beautiful? To the media, being beautiful is having long lashes, straight white gleaming teeth, big doe eyes, flawless thick hair, neatly shaped eyebrows, big breasts and womanly curves, a flat stomach, long legs that go on forever and small petite feet. No one looks like this naturally of course. There is people who look like this but most likely they have had many personal traits cosmetically altered. Everyone has their flaws. Even the doe eyed starlets you see on TV. This is what I had thought until I saw her. After seeing this epitome of perfection standing in front of me, I can finally define beautiful.

Chapter 1 ~

As I left the house this morning I had a bad feeling. I had my super important maths test coming up today and I was honestly shitting myself. I probably wouldn't have been so nervous about it if I had more time to study last night.

(Flashback)~ As I pulled my maths book out I heard the front door open. I heard my dads usual drunk rambling but there was another voice, a female voice. "Yes my sons upstairs but he shouldn't be a bother. He is a bit of a fag anyway so he won't come out his room. So we have all the time in the world baby!" That was my dads loud booming voice insulting me per usual. I was so immune to it that it didn't matter anymore. I was a bit surprised though, it's been a while since he has brought a woman home. "I hope you know how to please a woman big boy," said a rather velvety voice.

(Back to present)~ I think you can guess what happened next. I couldn't study because of the noises my dad and that woman were making.

It was a rather pleasant morning. It was May and the flowers were in full bloom. The sun shone brightly today and it felt nice on my back. I always loved spring because it gave me a lot of inspiration for my drawings. I loved art. I honestly can't wait to graduate so I can leave for the city and go to art school. I hate this school though since I have literally no friends. I do have internet friends though and they are better than any friend I have ever known in real life. Hopefully I can meet my internet friends one day.

I soon approached the school in good time. I saw the usual sight. People eating each other's faces and jocks all playing football on the nearby field. My dad would have happily taken any of the jocks to be his son instead of me. He had always tried to get me into sports and when he realised I liked art, he labeled me as gay ever since. I am not gay but I have never been in love. Most of the girls in this school are mindless bitches. The bell rang for registration and I headed to my class. I took my usual isolated seat at the back of the class.