More Than What Meets The Eye (One Direction - Niall)
voguelike
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When normal people look at me, they turn to whisper to their friends. I hear what they say. They say, “Wow. Look at that girl's eyes! She’s not actually that pretty though, I guess. Her clothes look expensive. Her parents must be wealthy folk. What a snob.” I get used to that though.
When my classmates at school look at me, they tend gossip among themselves. They talk about me, and they whisper, “That’s Clara Stends. She’s the one that best friends with Anna DeMancini. Yes, DeMancini as in the Royal DeMancini Corp. She also has this thing with Anna’s older brother, Eric. Yes, Eric, the hot one. I've heard she’s had a crush on him since she moved here like ten years ago. I don’t know why he likes her. She’s so ugly. She's probably just using him for his money.” It used to hurt, but not anymore. I get used to it.
When teenage girls look at me, they scream. I have no problem figuring out what they say. They tell me, “You are so pretty! I wish I was you! Can I get a picture with you? Can I have an autograph? You are my idol. How’s Niall’s doing?” Sometimes, I get mobbed by them. Am I famous? No, I’m not famous. My best friend is though. He’s in a boy band. I get used to this too.
That’s not all there is to me. They don’t see my scars. They don’t see my memories. They don’t see my dreams. They don’t see my real life. If they did, they would run away and never look at me or think of me ever again.
My life is an intricate spider web. It’s tangled and frayed. It’s ripped up and only hanging on by one single strand.
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