The School for Beautiful People

"It's a horrible color. Why don't you see it like the rest of our society does?"

"Gwynerie," He says softly. I don't look up so he repeats himself, only more sternly this time around. "Gwynerie." He grabs my chin gently and forces me to look up from the ground and into his dazzling green eyes. "I know most people say horrible things, but that is only because they are jealous. Do you realize how rare it is to have your hair and freckles? It is old and expired views that some people still carry with them today about red hair and freckles being 'ugly'."

"They aren't wrong."

"No! They are the definition of wrong," he urges and sighs. "Gwynerie Murphy. You're magnificent. I knew it the second I bumped into you."

We stay like that with his hand under my chin for a moment without saying a word before he breaks the silence.

"You're gorgeous."

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In a land, one far from everything that we know and love, people in society are ranked by their superficial features; the way their hair looks, the form of their faces, their body shapes, and their overall beauty.

Anyone with red hair-ugly.

Anyone with freckles-ugly.

Girls are not allowed to be taller than 5'8; boys are not allowed to be shorter than 5'8.

If any of these cases are true? You are dropped right down to the bottom rank of society.

Luckily enough for Gwynerie Murphy, she hits all three markers. She has red hair, freckles, and a height of 5'11. It really is luck though when she manages to get into a school built for only the most beautiful people.

Come to think of it, doesn't this kind of sound like our world too?

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Cover by Me (cover submissions accepted!)
[Began: February 9th, 2020}
[Completed: TBA]