LOVE IMPERFECTION

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Lily's POV.

Everyone has their own definition of a highschool, but I think to everyone it's just a chaotic environment full of different kinds of people, most of them are not very pleased to be here, except for the flirts, Ofcourse.

I am one of those many kinds of people, who wish the weekends would last longer.

Lips pressed together, shoulder slouched and muscles tightening. I walked slowly through the hallway. It was 8:15am but the halls were already chaotic, much to my despair.

I tightened the grip on my purple quilted bagpack hanging on one shoulder as I quicken my steps.

As usual, I felt cringe with embarrassment, there must be a thousand invisible holes in me being dug due to the familiar unpleasant stare. I ignored them as I always do. My legs felt heavy when I finally arrived at my locker.

I realized wishes don't always come true like in the Disney movies.When I wished a thousand times to be invisible, nothing happened so, I just walked and pretend not to care.

I picked out my English assignment with my biology textbook and oh My God!. I didn't just slam my locker to meet the angry gaze of an angry rich girl.

Venessa lane, the blonde cheerleaders "leader". An arrogant, wicked, bossy, mean rich spoilt brat, who hates me for absolutely no reason and the captain of a little sassy group called " the mean chicks".

"Look who we have here!" She faked a gasp. "Isn't she just adorable, in her one pair-room-for-three-pants".
She shared a teasing giggle with the other girls.

My throat went incredibly dry, my anxiety level must have shot to a 100 by now, I could feel my legs sweating.

"I could give you a hug, you know for being able to pull off one actual dress everyday. But you know, you smell". She grunted and I caught a glimpse of her braces.

Did I forget to mention I hate highschool because it has always been a nightmare for me, and this is why.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. If I were you, I wouldn't come back here smelling like a rotten fruit". Rebecca says, followed by a disgusted look.

Her mom is a fashion designer, so she's always running around with venessa showing off her expensive little clothes and her clowny cotton candy pigtail.

I jolted out of my thoughts, I have been accustomed to an early morning insults from the mean girls, but to every other student am nothing but a laughing stock and a good scene giver, It hurts. They are the source of all my humiliation, just because I wear baggy clothes and  big medicated glasses doesn't give anyone the right to judge me but hey!.

Welcome to my world, where four girls with flawless make up, short skirts and glittery bags are my nightmare.

"What do you girls want?" I mustered to say, teeth clenched, my already racing heart was about to explode.

Why can't I just run? Or better yet, defend myself you may ask. Am insecure about who I am, what I wear and how people see me, I lose every strength when it comes to fighting back, everytime I just take it all and cry later. Maybe because not even the teachers are spared around here.

"Oh, the bird wants to fly". Chloe said feigning a sad voice. Rumors has it that she's just a girl that tags along in the group, not that her parents are any rich recognized workers.

"Yeah! But am afraid I won't let you". Venessa snatched my English assignment causing my sweaty palms to drop the textbook onto the floor.

Tears pricked my eyes, Cassandra glanced at me a pitied look, the last girl of the four "mean chicks" and the silent one.

"Give it back" I chocked on my words, raising a not so stable hand to take it back.

She dodged my hand tossing it up in the air for the girls to catch.

"That's my assignment, please" I cried.

"Aw, here's the deal, cry more and maybe I will think about giving it back".

A lump formed in my throat, hurting and preventing me to swallow it, tears escaped my eyes making me feel weak. Just then Rebecca dumped it to the floor and poured soda over it.

I gasped, that was going to serve as our test, I knew I shouldn't have used a mere book.

"You can use your oversized old man's pants to dry it". Chloe aggravated before they all walked away.

Every bit of me felt disappointed and angry at myself, and to make matters worst I am an A+ straight, student.

Not caring that am circled by annoying people that happen to be as cowardly as I am towards those bullies. I quickly picked up my excercise book, with now soaked red pages.

With one fluid movement I found myself in the girls bathroom tossing my bagpack in the sink before running into a stall.

Closing the toilet lid, I sat on it delicately using Chloe's idea on my book. What am I thinking? it's never gonna work.

"What am I gonna do now?" I succumb to silent hot tears, not to talk about the teacher am going to submit this to today.

Rubbing my sweaty palms together, I paused, a sob was coming from the next stall. Maybe the mean chicks ruined her assignment too. My lips thinned.

For a moment I found it odd to cry while someone else is crying, so I listened and try to feel her pain. But wait, is that?, But this is?, Could that possibly be a boy?. Girls don't cry like a whale throwing up.

Curious, I stepped on the toilet reaching on my toes to have a peep of who's in there, Ofcourse I know no one would cry and do toilet business at the same time.

I quizzed, that really is a boy, his head was buried into his legs as he continue to sob loudly.

"Hey" I called out. His head jerked up furiously.

"Up here". I whispered. The moment he caught my gaze that was enough to have him trying to bolt out of there but I quickly beat him to it.

He looked all sweaty and sad, eyes widen.

"It's you" I blurted, I have actually been hearing him cry for days now. Why didn't I ever realize. Maybe it's because I would not have expected a boy to hide in here, Why in the girls section anyway in the first place.

He swallowed, eyes looking down and tried to walk past me but I blocked him.

"So you are the bathroom crier?"
Surprised, I asked the obvious. He met my gaze once and quickly looked away.

We clearly have the same problem, I might not know him but I know we are the only sad picked on nerds.

With a heavy sigh, I stepped out of his way, he looked up at me once before hurrying out of there.

The seventeen year old looked back at me, eyes full of sadness through the smudged counter mirror. My black waist line hair made me feel ugly, infact I felt ugly myself. I washed my face, clean my glasses before putting them back.

"You can do this" I let out a heavy breath, as I repeat to myself as a mantra.

And there I was, walking right back to the halls I came out from.

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