Rookie Model

Chapter 1

"He's totally checking you out." Bridget was smiling smugly, as she pointed out another boy.

"No he isn't, no one checks me out." I stated this confidently, but I could feel the blush in my cheeks.

"I literally just saw him drool over your legs!" Bridget had been saying this all day, as we shopped. School had just ended, and I had no summer clothes. We always go shopping together, and I knew the boys were staring at Bridget, she was gorgeous. But she insisted that

every guy was looking at me.

"He was looking at you!" I said, turning the tables. She put her hand on her hip and rolled her eyes, typical Bridget behavior.

"Oh come on Lily, when are you going to believe that your gorgeous?"

"When I am." I started walking toward the next store, done with the conversation. She argued about this almost every day, but if I'm so pretty than why am I not popular? Why don't I have a boyfriend? The answer is simple. I am too skinny, I have no lips, I'm flat. I'm not pretty.

My thoughts were interrupted by a boy, about my age. He walked up to me, holding out a card.

"Here's my number. Call me." He smiled, I didn't know what to say or do, so I just grabbed the card, and began playing with my blonde hair, a habit that I have developed. Once I had taken the card he walked away.

What just happened? Did I seriously just get someone's number?

Bridget walked in front of me with a ridiculously big smile.

"Don't you dare."

"Told you so!"She winked and began walking to the store that we were heading toward.

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror hanging on my door. We left shortly after the boy gave me his number in the mall. The last part of the day was filled with Bridget's voice saying how she was right all along and how I was so pretty and how she told me so.

I was standing in my underwear and a pink push-up bra. I was flat that hasn't changed, but the push-up bra helped. I was getting a slight curve, making my small hips look slightly bigger. As I looking at myself I saw the same girl I had seen this morning, but instead if seeing her faults, I saw her flaws.

I picked up the card with the boy's number. I may not be pretty, but at least someone in this world thinks so. And though it's not a lot, it's something.

I laid down on my pink bedding, that I need to change; and turned off the light. I fell asleep holding the card in my hand.