UNEXPECTED

UNEXPECTED

  • WpView
    Reads 124
  • WpVote
    Votes 17
  • WpPart
    Parts 7
WpMetadataReadOngoing48m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 19, 2015
WpInfo
Fiction
Paranormal
Everything that happens in our life is unexpected. We don't know when is the time that life will be complicated, when will it go smooth, and when will things will be seem so unbearable. I'm just a girl. One of the most popular girls in school. But not that kind of girl who wears make up, a girl who wear cloths that shows a lot of skin. So by now, you're wondering how I become popular? its because how I treat boys . Yes I'm a man-hater I love how I have fun with them. Oh not that kind of *wink wink* fun. It's more on breaking their hearts and sometimes physically. But things went different, when I did something new because I think its the right thing to do. And then life turns out complicated.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Pretty, Popular and Partnered
  • Almost, Always 🍁🥀
  • Clueless
  • I'm Inlove With My Bestfriend (COMPLETED)
  • Unhealthy Obsession |18+|
  • HOW TO SEDUCE A GUY 101
  • The New Girl
  • His Obsession
  • Opposites attract
  • Scared To Love

“Every girl wants to be pretty, popular and partnered.” I, Poppy Lake, need help. I seem incapable of functioning like a normal teenage girl; I’m not pretty, popular and I’ve never so much as held a boy’s hand let alone had a boyfriend. Wherever girls learn how to do this stuff, I need to find out. Do they have some secret society or something where they discover these skills? I’m thirteen and I hardly know how make friends. Funnily enough, that’s almost the least of my worries. My hair has not grown at all in the last two months and the little hair I have is frizzy and dull. I can’t wake up without it looking like a puffball and my attempts to grow it out have failed. The flakes of dry skin on my legs were bugging me so I tried to scrap them off but they were everywhere and rubbing my hand up and down my shin only revealed I needed to shave my legs. At some point, my thighs and tummy had expanded without me noticing (although how I missed that I don’t know) and now I looked like an elephant. Unfortunately, my ears support this look by being perpendicular to my head. I pulled my trousers back down and caught sight of at least another ten spots emerging on my forehead, chin and neck. I’ve tried squeezing them, putting toothpaste on them and even skipping chocolate for two weeks, but spots remain stubbornly there whatever I do. Why does my body feel the need to punish me so much? I threw myself on my bed so I wouldn’t have to look at my horrible, imperfect face in the mirror any more. “Urgh,” I moaned into the covers. There was a lot going wrong in my life: 1. My face is hideous; 2. I’m fat; 3. None of the clothes I own are remotely stylish; 4. I have never been asked out; 5. The most popular girl at school hates me; 6. And I fancy her boyfriend. ---- Based off How To Be Popular by Meg Cabot, the story follows Poppy, a young girl in a situation similar to Steph's who gets personal advice from the mentor herself.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines