My Thoughts

short story #1

She walks.
Unaware of the stares placed on her.
She walks.
Unaware of the effect she has on everyone.
She walks.
Unaware all everyone wants to do is to reach out, to feel the mold of her skin, to run their fingers through her hair.
She walks. Unaware.

She thinks as she walks.
all the memories and thoughts she pushes down every day, every minute, come speeding through her mind.
What is wrong with me?
Why does no one like me?
Am I hated?
Why is it that i have to get up every morning to put on makeup and straighten my hair just to be accepted by my peers?
There's nothing wrong with not wanting to look good once in a while.
Why is society so fucked up they can't see that?

She pauses.
Fuck this.

As soon as she gets home, she takes a shower, cleans the makeup off her face, and puts on sweats. She takes out her contacts and puts her glasses on, takes off her heels and puts on her tennis shoes.

Fuck being beautiful. I want to be me.
and if society can't accept that, it can go to hell.

The next day, she goes to school like that.
She gets more attention than usual. Not negative attention, positive attention.
She makes people want her more.
She makes them think.
If someone can be that confident and look that gorgeous just by simply getting up and wearing what she wants, why can't i do that?

She walks. Unaware she's begun to change society.

Soon, everyone begins to follow her. More girls come to school with no makeup. most girls begin to wear comfortable shoes and messy hair. and no one cared.

everyone coexisted in peace.
she lived. unaware of the effect she had on her peers.