Beauty and Popularity

Alarm clock goes crazy. She keeps pounding on the stalking table trying to find the "snooze" button. "Another day," she said with disappointment. Throwing the comforter off of her, she stomps out of bed. She discovers the house empty, like it usually is. She goes into the bathroom and rotates the heat handle to the shower; she turns the cold handle slightly. The room overpowered with steam and fog. Removing her under garmets, she enters the shower. The ghost like atmosphere full of warmth. The heat of the water strikes her cold, porcilain skin lightly. Turning off the water, she returns to reality. She grabbed a towel and attempted to wipe away the fog on the mirror; she stopped herself. Unable to face herself, she ignored the fogged mirror. Blow drying her hair, opposing her reflection. She enters her bedroom and finishes her costume. Applying the mask to hide the tears. Unable to resist, she looks in the mirror.1

Staring for what seemed like a lifetime. A stir of silence fell through the house. She broke the spell, and shrugged off her worries. Grabbing her sweater to hide the pain that beholds her. She picks up her backpack, careful not to overlap new wounds. Sighing and shrugging off her worries, she twists the doorknob. 2

Entering the school, she spots her friends, as they do her. "Smile. No Crying. Pretend to be happy. Be okay," she whispers to herself as they approach her. "Hi guys." Another day; another scar; just another girl. More pain; more lies; no one knows. Beauty and popularity, coming to a sad end.3