The girl came strutting into my third period English classroom. Her head held high and a smug “I’m better then you” smile on her face. She was introduced as Tiffany. When she was asked to talk about herself she began to talk about her family and how her dad is a very smart, rich and not to mention extremely important to some computer company. She said she lives in a huge house, and they moved because they wanted a better community for her and her brother to grow up in. When she summed up her perfect life story, she walked to the last seat in the third row right next to me. I looked her over, in her immaculate jeans and her wonderful brown sweater, along with perfectly matching tan shoes. Her long silky shimmering hair looked like locks of golden thread, next to my crinkle bush of curly red hair.
As role was taken when her name was called her bright blue eyes looked up and she raised her perfectly polished hand in the air saying “here” in an angelic tone. I hated her already, and I knew it was going to be a long sophomore year.
As we went over our “To Kill a Mocking Bird” assignment, she answered every question with exact precision. She said she had read the book at her “lei
After that day Tiff and I have been inseparable, she really is a great person, and she is beautiful… inside AND out. Life brings some unexpected things into your life, and some of the best surprises just happen to be people.
“Those girls… they don’t know anything… they were just threatened by you.” I hated myself for feeling the same way towards her.
Finally she looked up at me and smiled “You know… I never thought there were people like you out there… people who could care for someone so unselfishly. I would really like it if we became friends.”
“I’m really sorry… I never would have thought.” I tried to scramble for any words of comfort trying to make her feel better. I couldn’t say anything to make her pain reside.
“No, that’s just it… because I look perfect, my clothes, my smile, and my nice body. Are those things supposed to make me happy? I would rather be poor with gnarled hair and a bad smile. If only I could have a normal life… that would give me a reason to smile. I’m so sick of all of this. Every school’s the same; no town is any different from the next. Everyone will still hate me no matter where I go.”
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