"Why try? After all, can't you tell that it's near impossible for you to find someone? Look at you, fat, ugly, stupid...honey, the list goes on. You should just give up."
My mother. God, I hate her.
I nod slowly at her and turn towards my bedroom for a much needed cry. As I walk I can hear her laughing to herself. I feel my weight getting too me. Walking is getting much harder than it used to, God, 180 something pounds at 16.
After some struggle, I finally reach my room and slam my door shut behind me.
"Why do I try? I can't seem to do anything right."
I look around my room, all the posters and pictures of beautiful women. All bones and skin, long hair, expensive clothes. Everything that I will never have. As I stare, I began to imagine myself as one of them, young, pretty, popular.
"Crazy talk." I mumble to myself.
Last week I decided to start losing weight, I have been walking a lot more and eating a lot less. And there hasn't been any improvement. None.
Although it's only been a week, it has to take a long time for this process...right?
I sigh and sit on my bed. I grab my phone and look on Pinterest, when I get a text from a good friend of mine, Sarah:
Sarah: Heeeey :)
Me: Hi Sarah, how are you?
Sarah: The usual, I am rather bored, wanna come over? My parents aren't home and I was thinking about having a couple of people over ;)
Me: I don't know...you know I don't like talking or 'partying'...
Sarah: Come on Charlotte, we never hangout anymore and I really want you to have more people in your life!
Me: Fine, what time?
Sarah: Well you can come over now if you want, everyone else is already on the way.
Me: Who is 'everyone'? As in a couple of our friends and your boyfriend?
Sarah: Uh sure, just come over girl :D
Me: Ok ok, you owe me one for this.
Sarah: Can't wait to see you!!
I put my phone down and change into something more party casual, a soft blue sweater, leggings, and my favorite pair of ankle boots. I stuff my phone into my purse that was on my nightstand and then apply a little bit of lipstick and blush.
"Well, can't say I didn't try." I think to myself as I look in the mirror on my wall.
I head outside, not caring what my mom says as she never even notices when I leave. I close the door behind me and start walking down the street to Sarah's place. Luckily, she lives close by. As I walk down the sidewalk a bunch of guys that all look around 40 years old walk past me and turn around.
Great, here comes the catcalling.
"Hey baby where are you going? I can take you to my bedroom!"
"Damn girl! You are lookin fiiiiiine. Come over here..."
"Hey girl why don't you smile? There is nothing to frown about!"
"Where you going beautiful?"
I speed up as they get closer and closer. I see Sarah's house and bolt for it. I enter and slam the door behind me and lock it. Everyone looks at me.
God so embarrassing...
Sarah stands up, and walks over to me, her hips swaying. She hugs me a whispers in my ear:
"Were you cat called?"
I nodded slowly.
"Boys will be boys! Get back over here Sarah! Your missing the game!" Jake, Sarah's boyfriend, shouts from the living room.
Sarah sighs with disgust, looks at me, and grabs my hand leading me to her living room. When I look who is there, I nearly pass out. Not only is there a bunch of decently attractive guys (and girls obviously), but there, in the middle of the couch, is my crush. Jamie Stratford. He is the star quarterback, popular, clearly attractive, rich, and everything else.
Jamie turns his head toward me.
"Oh, hey Charlotte! You look lovely!"
I swear, my heart exploded.
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If Love Fails
Novela Juvenil"A person who truly loves you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is." What is love? Most would define it as holding hands, cuddling, staring into someone's eyes, and feeling happy. But what if, someone was destined to never feel...
