Was I Unattractive Before?

Chapter 1

Deep breath. Count to seven. Breath out.

This was going to be a piece of cake. I could tell...Okay, so what if I was a little nervous! Kerri and her group of stuck up little bit- Deep breath. Count to seven. Breath out. I can't get this irritated without even seeing them yet! Lets do this again. Kerri and her group of...of uhh, ill-mannered mean friends were in this building. The building i havent been in since a year ago.

It had been the third day of school and I had already been bullied enough to cry myself to sleep twice.

"Fatty"

"Troll Face"

"Indigestion butt-crack licker"

Hah, no one called me that last one, but I swear I got some looks that could've said that! Back to last year, I was in 6th period, right before lunch when i got called up to the office. I was a little worrried. I had no clue what I did wrong. So when I saw my mom standing there with a grin mixed with nervousness and excitement i was caught off guard. "Hiya, Mom..."

"Hey, Eve, I have some good news!"

Awkward moment of silence.

"Go on..."

"We are moving to Paris, France!"

I just managed not to choke to death, so when I was finally back up for some air I said "Pardon? France? France. Oh my lord. You aren't kidding. Oh gosh. Oh GOSHH."

"Evette, hun, calm down. It's for my job. I'm getting paid twice as much than our lower middle class paycheck! Plus we get our own guide that can also be used as a translator! You'll make great friends, not to mention you're already taking French class!"

I stared at her calmly

"Do I have a choice?"

"No..." she said softly.

"Then I'll go pack."

Just like that. My world went from no friends. Not much money. Chubby, and no idea how to look 'good'.

To, friends in Paris, losing weight, getting used to the idea of hair and makeup, and a whole new wardrobe.

Drab to FAB. Or atleast thats what Damien says. He is my 'French guide' he ended up being my gay best friend who helped me change my life for the better. You see Damien has a couple sets of rules. One being, always help the needy. Two being believe in your gut. Three is don't date Kristen Stewart but thats not important right now. Focus on one and two. He says he knew I needed help, and his gut said that there was promise in me. Thank gosh he had those rules. If he didn't I wouldn't have my dark brown, silky, wavy, hair cut in layers all down my back. I wouldn't wear ripped up lightwash skinny jeans with black combat boots and a vibrant, peach colored tshirt that was tied in the front, to show a little stomach. I wouldn't go to the gym every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to work on my curves (which were coming along GREAT by the way.) So ya see, Damien is a miracle worker.

Thats why i was so pissed when my Mom said we were going back to this dump of a town. Fine, the town itself wasn't dumpy. Just the people! Kerri and her group have tormented me since fifth grade. Taking my confidence down a notch every chance she got. Even using my obvious crush on hottie mc-hottie Tristan Moore against me.

"You'll never get him."

"He told me he thinks my butt is bigger."

"He told ME he thinks you look like a dirty rat...oops wasn't sposed to tell you that!"

And they would walk away giggling with their fake high-pitched voices. Tristan was hot. As in, like, oh my lord please look my way I'll pay you a dollar for eye contact kind of hot. He has dark, almost black, straight hair, which he had up in a shorter Zayn Malik hair do. He was muscular, but not TOO muscular. His eyes were a bright blue that made girls trip and fall. Tristan Moore was HOT.

Now that I'm back in my old town, looking 'hotter then ever' (Damien's words). I want to make Kerri and Tristan suffer. Kerri is going to beg for my friendship. Tristan is going to pay ME a dollar for eye contact. SKADOOSH! (;

Thats how i got to this viewpoint. Looking at the highschool i went to for two years and two and a half days. We're about to make that two years and three and a half days until school ends and I'll have gone here for a total of three school years and two and a half days. I'm being a coward. Standing a block away creepily staring at the school. I had on the outfit I explained earlier with my hair straightened and foundation to brighten up my already great complexion and a couple layers of mascara to make my light blue green eyes pop, and look gigantic.

I'm ready to take down Kerri and Tristan.

I started walking towards the school.