She walks through that school like she owns the place. Her Forever 21 dress sways around her legs and her Jimmy Choo heels lightly click against the floor. Her hair and makeup are perfectly done every day. Her clique follows behind her in much the same fashion.
Looks follow her through the halls. Boys gawk at her smooth legs and that just right amount of cleavage that shows. You know enough to draw attention, but not enough to push the dress code. Envious girls stare after her either hating her guts, wishing to be her, or both.
She's never done anything to anyone. She's just a pretty girl who happens to have wealthy, generous parents. She was blessed with her looks and people flock to her. She became popular. She's never been cruel to anyone. Sure she has days like anyone else, where she's a little irritable. She may snap at someone and need time to cool off, but she always apologizes to them later.
Why could anyone hate her? Because they're jealous. They can't afford the popular brands like she can. They don't have the clear face and Sephora makeup. They also aren't the kindest people and have trouble keeping friends.
But here's what they don't know. This perfect girl they all see, really isn't so perfect after all. Yea they see her facade. The one where she's always happy. She always has a smile and a nice comment. But that smile hides so much. The happiest ones are always hurting the worst on the inside.
They don't notice the pounds of makeup that covers her arms. Nor do they know the constant sting she feels on her hips throughout the day. They don't know the constant turmoil going on in her head. The nagging thoughts, the drowning feeling.
They don't know the faces that haunt her in her sleep. Or the reason it seems she never eats. They don't know that the man who made her, who was supposed to love and cherish her, snuck into her bedroom every night for two years. They don't know the pain the divorce caused her mother, or that she hasn't seen her father since. Not that she wants to anyway.
They don't know she's adopted by her step-father. That her last name hasn't been the same since she was born. They don't know the reason she moved here halfway through freshmen year. That the second face that haunts her at night is still free and at her old school. They don't know the reason she cringes when she passes a janitors closet. Or why she's claustorphobic.
They don't know what her life is like at home. They don't know that her mother is only generous with her money to keep up apperances. They don't know that her mother is the reason she doesn't eat. They don't know she was in the hospital for three months her eighth grade year. Or that her mother still complains of those bills.
They really don't know a thing about her.
