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Unfair. That's what everything is in this "perfect" world. I look at everyone and wonder why God chose this body for me. Why the God made me in Canada… Sometimes I wish to be someone else. I sit down in front of my mirror as I try to doodle the "perfect" version of me. "ALONA YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE AGAIN!" As soon I heard the scream coming from my stepdad, I gather all my school supplies and rush to the bus stop. I stand there cold… I should've taken some time to eat. I'm way to skinny and it makes me look creepy! That's why I always wear hoodies or sweaters. *SQUEAK* The bus stops in front of me and I enter, I sit to the closest seat that was empty and take my doodle book out again. Every time the bus stops, I look at all the girls who walk by, doodling their prettiest features. I can only wish… We arrive at school, and I head straight to class. I only take a few glimpses of the popular kids knowing that I could never compare. But as soon as I approach class I felt a tight grip on my backpack, then I suddenly get pulled backwards and fall onto to the ground hitting into the locker. Knowing what happens, I should be ready for the worst… "Hey Alona! Or should I say Alone! You truly go by your name huh?" Tiffany, the most "natural" pretty girl in school with her gang. She kicks me back and they mock me like. "Oh, I'm Alone buggers! I'm so shy because I'm not like other girls! I can't even get a boyfriend!" Sure, you might think being single is sad, I mean it sort of is. I do my days fine being alone because I get no drama. They tell me how my freckles are like a disease or brown chicken pox, pulling my short dull black hair. If I try to fight back, I'll just get hurt instead. Its just logic... I sit there to reduce the pain but when the bell rings, I stood up with my body aching all over. If I wasn't skinny, I could defend my self and not be so weak, small, useless…
When I enter the class then everyone looks at me. "You're late Alona… again." I couldn't stand the embarrassment I couldn't speak so clear. "s-sorry Mr. William" Then a boy near the back leaned on his desk and shouted. "What was that twig? Speak up or are you too scared!" He was right, I am too scared. That's what my role is. I sit down and Study what was on the board until class ended. I took my stuff and as I leave the class, I get pushed over and everyone tramples over me. Next period was Gym aka the worst class in the world. I go into the locker room, and I hear girls laughing and giggling. I assume its me because I always look stupid. But when I opened my locker, I saw that my warm gym clothes ripped up. Now I know for sure they were laughing at me. Instead, I wore the normal uniform and head into gym class as I shiver down the hallway. I enter and all eyes lock on my and everyone makes jokes! I go to my spot but a girl trips me over with her leg and everyone bursts out crackling. I-I can't handle the attention! I get up quickly and run back to the locker room with tears trickling down my face. I lock the bathroom stall and turn my phone on to comfort myself with some YouTube videos...
I'm scrolling through for the past 15 minutes and see many girls with perfect cures, model-like faces, and neat outfits. I get jealous so easily, it makes me want to die! I see comments of other people also wanting their looks. But are they for sure? They can't look as disgusting as me. I'm still cold so I change out from my gym clothes into my sweater and pack my stuff up for my favorite period. You know, best for last but it really isn't. I head to the cafeteria and open the back door, entering the theatre room, then I'm greeted by a friendly "Welcome to class Alona!" ...