Swept By Storm

Chapter 3: Ugly.. am I?

I stared at the alarm clock when it started beeping.
Beep... Beep...
To say I got a good night's sleep is a lie!
A lie which is wrong at its face.
I mean it was reflecting on my face.
Beep.. Beep..
I had been awake for a long time.
Thinking. Over thinking.
Analysing. Over analysing.
Thinking again. Over thinking again.
The guilt was eating through me.
I had screamed and yelled at my.. mother.
Beep. Beep.
Without thinking about the consequences, I picked up my alarm clock and threw it across the room.
I watched as it was thrashed to pieces.
All its springs, button and parts which were once in a systematic, correct order, now looking as if there was no hope for it.
Reluctantly, I got up and faced the inevitable... my face.
For me beauty sleep, isn't just a long time beauty secret.
Beauty sleep determines whether I look like a princess or an ogre the next morning.
To say the least, my face looked downright pathetic!
After going through with my morning routine, I settled on my dressing table. I eyed all the essentials and cracked my knuckles.
'May the odds be ever in my favour!'
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After a gruelling and not to mention tiring hour of battle.. erm.. of my face with makeup. Makeup surrendered.
I mean I won!
I was content.
I was presentable, maybe even pretty.
Hopefully, today that scary biology guy won't be a task.
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The moment I entered school, the scenario was a whole lot different from yesterday.
Girls were staring.
So were guys, but there was a huge difference.
Girls stares made me feel like a poodle in a Rottweiler's cage.
To speak like Yoda,
Scared I was, also safe not.
But the guys stares was as if they were mesmerised by me...
I mean sure I had not done anything yesterday and today I had tried, but I mean I just looked pretty.. I hoped.
When I reached my locker, I saw a small group of cheerleaders whispering and pointing at me.
Cliche!
When I got all my books out and just took a moment to look in the mirror in my locker, a cheerful voice spoke up-
"Trying to spot a new kind of ugly on your face?"
When I turned I saw one of those cheerleaders. Maybe their leader.
Instead of replying, I closed the locker and tried to walk away.
Emphasis on 'tried'.
"Hey ugly! Where are you going? Aren't you just blessed that I am talking to you."
I tried running, seeing as walking didn't work.
Emphasis on 'running'.
Two of her cronies caught up with me and pinned me to the wall.
She slowly waltzed up to where I was pinned, struggling to breathe.
"Now aren't you a hoot and a half?"
I tried to muster up some courage and speak, but I.. couldn't!
"What was that? Oh nothing? Like you?! Anyway, I hope you will get in that ugly little head of yours, that I am not to be messed with. Alright?"
I nodded.
After watching me nod her cronies freed me and together those 5 started walking away.
I had no clue why she had picked on me.
She suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at me.
"Before I forget the actual reason to even talked to you, it was because I wanted to tell you that makeup is used to accentuate beauty. And well you are plain ugly. Need I say more?"
After saying this and leaving my heart trampled, she walked away.
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Till lunch, all classes went by in a blur.
Lecturing, yapping, giving assignments.
By the time lunch came, I was back to my usual self.
Unable to talk to anyone, unable to maintain eye contact and the constant need to fidget.
It was all back! Thanks to a certain someone.
Just like yesterday, I took my lunch to Bree's table.
The topic at hand today was to teach Jake a lesson.
Knowing nothing about it, I just decided to listen, not talk!
"-He just decided to ask Miranda on a date..! I mean come on. One of Donna's cronies?! He hates her!" Juniper continued.
As usual, unable to stick to my decisions I asked,
"Who is Donna? ...and Jake!"
"You don't know Donna?"
Bree said ,at the same time Tash said,
"You don't know Jake?"
I nodded.
The other three girls gaped and Juniper gave me a snort of derision.
Bree took my hand and pointed at the group of cheerleaders I had earlier encountered. She pointed at the leader and said.
"That's Donna and... that is Jake."
While saying the second part she pointed to a blonde guy who had his arm over the shoulder of another cheerleader.
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As I approached the biology lab, I felt nervous.
Clammy hands, churning stomach, anxiousness.
Also, I had a feeling I had really bad breath.
God knows what will happen today!
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A/N:
Aloha creampuffs!
How are you this fine day/night?
If youza feeling happy.. Gr8!
If youza sad.. paste a smile on ya lovely face!
Also pic-cha to the side is Donna and song is Titanium, cuz that's how you should be if you are in Layna's place!
I have started thinking about our existence...
Random!
Until next time...
Sayonara!
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