Oh, Boy

I walked into school, putting on a brave smile as always. Wearing my blue blouse, with white capris, pale-pink flats, and a pale-pink bow. My hair was done up in an intricate bun, soft curled tendrils falling out in places. I looked like a pure vision of loveliness, but my aura shifted that a little on the outside I tried to stay bubbly, but everyone could sense I was depressed. At times, you could often catch me frowning and scowling at my peers's childish ways. This warded them off somewhat, too scared to approach me. I always had been top in my classes, and stood straight and tall, being confident....on the outside. On the inside, I was an emotional wreck, but hey this is high school, and one whiff of fear will spur them on. I refuse to show weakness, I refuse.