An 18-year-old girl named Daphne is not what you'd expect.
She's... ugly.
Okay, that was pretty mean...
But—in all honesty—she's not attractive, at all. She wears Harry Potter graded glasses, and her hair is always in loose pigtails.
Okay, let me make this clear—she's not a nerd.
Her vision is a bit blurry (hence, the glasses), and her hair was always in pigtails because it was long and hard to actually tie up into a bun.
Another thing to clear the air—she's not the typical nerd that has huge glasses and when you take off the glasses suddenly becomes a god.
She's genuinely... ugly.
Don't come at me. I'm just the writer.
This is her story and her description about herself.
She stands at five feet and eight inches, with long, frizzy hair that reaches down to her waist, a figure of coke in a can, and constellations on her face—acne, if I may.
She was always the butt of jokes, and she's the comical star in Hathaway College Institute.
She was famous inside the Institute for being the ugliest person alive.
But, unexpectedly, a new guy moved in to the Institute, and this guy was... exceptional.
He transferred in HCI as a freshman, making him a year younger than Daphne was, and maybe, that is what fate had planned in her book.
He had mint green eyes—like her own—and a tall build for a 20-year-old. He was an adult, like everybody else in the Institute, but they acted like children.
He was different from the others.
He actually liked Daphne.
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Apollo and Daphne
Teen FictionOh my god, no. This can't be happening. The hot-probably arrogant-transferee just stared at me, his circle of friends snickering as they glanced at me pleading at his mint green eyes. My knees were trembling badly, and I was close to dying from emba...
