Every day is the same...
Get up... Get dressed... criticize myself... go to school... get criticized by others...come home and feel like I want to die.
What kind of life is that?
Where are the parents who look at you and say, 'You look beautiful today, (Your name).'?
What is beautiful?
I sure don't feel it.
Now as I walk to school -because my parents don't give a damn if it's raining- in the pouring rain, I can already hear their taunts.
But as I get nearer...there's a different vibe...and it smells like new kid.
I walk by a group of girls in the hall, giggling like there was no tomorrow.
"Did you see the new kid?"
"Oh my gosh! He's totally hot!" Cue the giggles.
"I know right!" More giggles.
You've got to be kidding me. Those girls flirt with every guy who cares enough to listen to their high annoying pitched voices. They are so fake and I seriously feel bad for whoever this new kid is if he has to deal with them.
"But did you see those eyebrows?"
"Seriously dude, get a weed hacker." Furious giggles erupt from them at the joke.
Poor guy. Hopefully he wont have to go through what I go through everyday.
"Oh look! It's (Mean Nickname)."
I turn to them.
"Listen guys, I don't have time for this today." I ignore the nickname they called me.
The five girls huddle around me. Wasn't a teacher seeing this?!
"Look at this fatty." A blonde one says.
"Yeah and look at her hair...so oily." A girl with red hair picks at a piece of my (Hair color) hair.
"Leave me alone!" I plead.
"Why? Can't face the truth, ugly?" This time it's a girl with brown hair.
The brunette was about to shove me when someone interrupts.
"Hey, leave her alone!"
I turn and look to where the British voice came from and I am met with intoxicating green eyes.
"Whatever, eyebrows. We'll be leaving now."
They walk past me and the red haired girl bumps into me on 'accident'.
"Are you okay?" The unfamiliar boy asks.
I don't answer because I feel tears coming up...and no matter what...I wont let anyone see me cry. I run from the scene and out the school doors, already wanting this horror show of a life to just stop!
This school is near the woods, so i decide to run toward them, knowing where a special spot was where no one would bother me. A few sprints later I was at a stone bench under a gazebo, vines crawling down it and holes in the roof, decaying, but the stone bench stayed, dirty as the rest of it.
I sit and cry not noticing the sound of footsteps that followed me all the way out here.
"Miss? Hello?" I jump and whirl at the voice, just to be trapped, once again, in stunning green eyes.
"it's okay, i'm not like those other twits."
I don't answer.
"My name is Arthur, I'm new, but i guess you already knew that. Whats your name?" His British accent was incredibly sexy.
'Stop, (Your Name)', I thought, 'don't let your guard down.'
"(Your name)" I answer.
"That's a lovely name, (Your Name)." My heart twirls at the compliment. I growl at my self, but the growl was voiced.
"You don't have to pretend to like me. I know I'm hideous, I don't need reminding."
"Who told you that?"
"Please. I'm not stupid. I don't need to be told to know."
"Apparently you can be very ignorant, because you are beautiful in my eye's." He blushes.
A shock wave come's through me. Those words.
'You are beautiful.'
I can't stop the tears.
"Whats wrong? did i do something wrong?"
I sit on the bench.
"No...it's just... no one has ever told me that before."
He gives me a disbelieving look.
"No one has ever told you that you're beautiful?"
I shook my head, no. He sits beside me.
"But you are." I look up at Arthur.
After 1 year of a beautiful friendship~
Arthur and I meet up at our special place in the woods. He's already standing there, a blush on his face, and something behind his back.
"Hey Arthur..." I note the temperature being cold. "are you cold?"
"Okay," I sit on the bench. "What ya got there?" I gesture to the hidden object behind his back.
He cleared his throat.
"On this very day..." He blushes hard. "at this very place, we became friends, but I was wondering..."
He pulls out a bouquet of roses from behind his back. "If we could be something more?"
I run up to him and wrap him up in a hug.
He hands me the roses and we kiss.
3rd person point of view~
As the two walk away from the enchanted place, a strong wind blows into the gazebo, making some letters becoming visible on the dirty bench.
'You are beautiful'