Perfectly Imperfect

Bump of Fate

Disclaimer: video credit goes to SophieP94. I used Michael Trevino to give you, the reader, an idea of how the main guy looks and acts. Prepare for the heart pounds because he's gonna bring it.

You know that feeling of constantly being invisible? The one that makes you second guess your existence? Well, that's currently my high school life. Not that I mind. Much. I used to dream about going to high school, finding that one boy who makes your heart pound, and having so many friends that you lose track of your exciting daily activities. But here I am, at home, looking at myself in the mirror, dreading to step foot in that horrid place. I'm not pretty or skinny, nor do I have flawless skin or bright, exotic eye colors. I'm socially inept and can't hold a conversation to save my life. There are some people I can tolerate and I do have acquaintances but not friends but I guess that's my fault. I'm constantly worried I might say the wrong thing to people and end up not expressing my opinions. I guess that makes me seem fake but I can't help but hold back. People can be scary when they want to be.

I stare at my bare face, running my hand through my wet brown locks. I don't blow dry or style my hair nor do I put on make up. I mean, what's the point? It's just school, you know, the place people go to to learn. Is that why I'm a loner? Am I such a nerd that no one wants to hang out with me? But then why do the nerds hang out in groups?

"Are you ready for school?" My mom's voice interrupts my train of thought. I could smell the bacon coming from the kitchen. She knows me so well when it comes to food. Did I mention I'm not what you would call skinny? I constantly struggle with my weight since puberty hit. I have the boobs, don't get me wrong, I love them but I could do without the extra baggage on my stomach and calves and arms. You get the gist. I even still have baby fat on my face.

"Coming mom!"

I brush through my waist long hair one more time before taking one last look in the mirror and heading downstairs, backpack in one hand and phone in the other. Bacon is waiting for me.

"Morning honey. How was your sleep?"
My mom asks while standing in front of the stove, wearing a scrub. Clearly she's ready for work at the hospital.

A small smile comes out naturally, the kind of smile that doesn't reach your eyes, the kind that says 'I'd rather be in bed than get up in the morning for school.'

But my mom's too busy cooking to notice. "Fine. What's for breakfast?" I ask as if I couldn't smell the aroma.
I drop my backpack to the floor and look at the plate filled with bacon and eggs. "Thanks mom."

"You're welcome. Now, eat up. You don't want to be late for school."

I roll my eyes. "Do I have to go? Why couldn't you have sent me to boarding school or something?" It would've been easier to stay in the same school until college instead of transferring from a private school to a public school. By the time I went to high school as a freshman, everyone had their own group of friends and trust me, trying to get yourself in one is hard.

"It's only been a year. Give it time. Maybe your sophomore year will be better?" I can see the pitiful look she's giving me and I hate it. I take a bite of my bacon before muttering, "Whatever." Not even the deliciousness that is bacon can make this conversation any better.

I see my mom checking her watch from the corner of my eyes. "7:30. We'll be late." It's a good thing we live only 20 minutes away from school but better safe than sorry.

I swallow the remaining food on my plate and chug down my water before grabbing my backpack from the floor.

"Bye mom!!" I yell as I walk out the front door before she could say anything.