Rachel Ushers.
Year 11.
Boring.
Plain.
Ordinary.
Unimportant.
Useless.
Hated.
All those books you read about a girl who is living her dreams when still in highschool, falls in love with her dream person and even has the riches? Well that's not me.
What about those girls in the books who is terribly depressed and has no friends to look out for her, gets abused and bullied often, but does nothing to get out of it. But still finds her dream lover who pulls her out of Tartarus and makes her living hell, heaven? That's not me either . . . Mostly.
I know what it feels like to be ripped in so many directions you're left standing their breathless and lonely, with nobody to confide in. I know what it feels like to be on top of this world with happiness so great you'd want to live forever. I know what it feels like to be left with everything on your shoulders. I know what it feels like to be treated like Cinderella on her first date. I know it all . . . Because I've been there.
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A Misguided Dream
General FictionRachel Ushers looks like a doll. Which is weird because she never wore makeup. She had a perfectly sculpted, pale face with flowing blonde hair, and to complete the set: her eyes were icy blue. She was beautiful in everyone's opinion except her own...
