Oxytocin

The night before school starts is always spent with two people.
The first one has flawless brown hair and freckles. She's wearing a sundress and is wearing that one denim jacket I saw at the mall but couldn't afford and cute shoes with perfect white laces in pretty little bows. Every boy has a crush on her and her pretty little figure because she's nice but not too nice and funny but not the most hilarious, she's perfect but not enough to be fake. She's smart, on the honor roll, and skinny.
The second one is ugly.
Her clothes are old and stagnant on her body. They all fit too big but some part of her is proud when the triple zero jeans leave room around her hips. She is too thin. Her gaunt figure turns heads. Her fingers are blue and her face is a permanent demented frown that pulls down the rest of her eyelids and her hair isn't short because she likes it that way it's short because her hair falls out and everything about her is sick, and she is ugly. .