Why does Adobe Photoshop have to cost so damn much?
My dad is going to be pissed at me for using his credit card without permission again.
I wonder how long it will take the app to download. I wonder if Ella misses me, if Ryan remembers me, or if Kayla would still admire me. I almost pick up my phone to check their social media profiles. But then I stop myself– I can't do this; I swore that I wouldn't.
But I do it anyway. I pick up my phone and log into my snapchat.
The first people I search for are Ella and Kayla. I stare at my screen with zombie-like focus, my eyes drifting in and out of focus. However, as soon as a look at my feed, my phone slips out of my fingers, shattering all three cameras.
A single tear falls down my face. I brush it away and stand up from the table. Dad will be home soon, and I won't allow him to see me cry.
"Why does she looks so fucking good in this picture," I whisper to myself. "Why?"
In reality, it doesn't matter. Because I am prettier. I am stronger. I scoop my phone off the floor and make a mental to buy a new one as soon as I get my hands on dad's credit card again.
I hate this life.
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The Secret to Beauty
Teen FictionLina has always been told that she's beautiful, and she owns her identity. Mae isn't a pretty girl, but she wants to be. When the two meet, they discover what it means to be truly beautiful.
