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Hayleigh Johnson always wanted to be like Brittany Craig, with her perfect hair, perfect body, perfect boyfriend. SHE was perfect. Or was she? After all, perfection is only skin deep.
Once I got up, I went down to the kitchen and made a piece of toast. I'm never really hungry in the mornings, but Mom watches and makes sure everyone eats breakfast before school. After eating my toast, I wash my face. I don't even know what I bother with washing my face anymore. No matter how much I try, I will still have the worst case of acne in the world. So, pretty much, it's just a waste of my time.
After washing my face, I get dressed, trying to choose the most "in" outfit I can find. Of course, I only about two "in" outfits, and it's Friday, which means they're most likely dirty. So, instead of spending 30 minutes trying to figure out what outfits will be "acceptable", I just pick up a pair of jeans and a plan pink shirt. It won't make me a trend setter, but right then, I really didn't care.
Next, I move back into the bathroom. It's make-up time. I usually don't wear a lot of make-up, but today I have no choice. I have to do something to make up for my incredibly un-stylish outfit. I put on my make-up, take some off, put some more on, decide it's too much, and take it off again. Once I've decided that my make-up is OK, I move on to my hair.
I usually just put it up in a ponytail, but remember, I'm not very stylish today. So, to make myself seem more stylish, I decide to curl it. It usually doesn't look too great when I curl it, but I guess I got lucky today. They turned out to be shiny, beautiful, bouncing, red curls. Once my hair is done, I put on my shoes, pack my bag, and sit on the couch and wait for my bus to come.
Once the big yellow bus with the number 14 on the side of it emerged from behind the corn field, I got on and started on my way to school. We picked up the other bus riders, they was quite a few of them, seeing as I'm the fourth to last one to get off the bus. Once I saw the school, my heart sank. "Welcome to hell!" I said quietly to myself. My school was very big, and if you weren't one of the beautiful popular people, you paid.
The bus stopped at the door and let off the highschool students. People jumped off the buses and immediately found their friends. I, of course, was not cool enough to have friends. I was the one that usually had bushy hair, with today as an exception. Right when I walked in the door I saw the person I had been dreading to see ever since I got up at 5:45 in the morning. It was Brittany Craig. The most popular, beautiful, glamorized of them all. "Oh my God! She's actually trying to be like us!"She said pointing to me while her stupid little cronies laughed like the idiots that they are. "What are you talking about?" I said. "You actually think that you could be one of us just be putting on a little bit of make-up and curling your hair? Well, it's not going to work. Cause we all know that underneath all that make-up, you're still just and ugly little girl with no purpose in your life". I have to say, that really hurt.
I held back my tears and walked past her, pretending it didn't effect me. When deep down inside, it killed me. I made my self feel better by telling myself that that stupid little witch probably didn't even know what half the words she said to me meant. She only know they were mean and could hurt people. I have to say, it's pretty extreme for me to hate someone, and I hated her. I hated her bad! She was like the big bad dog, and I was the helpless kitten preying for dear life that I wouldn't get eaten. It was horrible being the kitten. I just hope that maybe one day I would be the dog and she would be the kitten. Then again, when I really thought about it, I didn't hate her, I envied her. She had the friends that I had never had, and the life that I will never live. Honestly, it made me sick how perfect she was.
I finally got to my locker. Just my luck, I had a bottom locker. I got down on my knees and opened my locker. I put my Biology book in, and took out my advanced math book. That was another reason that I wasn't popular. I wasn't one of those too cool for school kids. I actually cared about my grades. I started to close my locker when Jake came. He was Brittany's perfect, popular boyfriend. He opened his locker, and I swear, he has the messiest locker in the world. So, as you may have guessed, about four of his books fell out and landed right square on the top of my head. I think that probably hurt more than Brittany's words. He just laughed and said "Good catch Johnson!". I glared at him, and moved past his legs. I got up and headed to class.
"Wait a minute Johnson!" I turned around. It was Jake. "What!?" I said in an angry tone. "Get back here and pick up my books you ugly little freak!" I swear, right then I seriously thought about suicide. I thought "If God was putting me through so much hell, then maybe it's a sign that he didn't want me to live anymore" " I said, pick up my books! Are am I talking to fast for you? Pick. Up. My. Books." he said in slow motion. "No", I said. I turned around and walked down the hallway to my math class. "Hey! Get back here and pick up my books you little whore!" It was nothing I'd never heard before. I just shook it off and kept walking.
I enjoyed the class part of school more than I did the passing period. Mostly because I was in all advanced classes, so I didn't have any classes with the popular people. I had Biology with one of Brittany's stupid little cronies. She didn't bother me though. She never did anything unless Brittany told her too. After my first three classes, I had lunch. I had the first lunch, and unfortunately, so did Brittany. I was in line, just about to order the last cheese pizza when I heard the unwelcome voice of Brittany Craig. "Move!" she said, shoving me out of the way. "Give me the pizza." she said to the lunch lady. I got up from the ground and asked "is there any pizza left?" "No, sorry sweety", said the lunch lady. I have to say, she was probably the nicest person in this whole entire hell whole they call school. "Ok, I'll just take the sloppy joe then." I said. "Here you go, honey", she said, plopping the joe on my tray. I said thank you and paid for my lunch.
I walked over to my table. The lonely, dark table in the corner of the room. I loved that table. I was away from everyone, and I could eat my lunch in peace. My heart sank all the way down to my butt when I saw that I had a visitor today. I wouldn't be eating lunch alone. Today, I would be eating lunch with....
(To be continued...)