We eventually found Grayson shamelessly flirting with a brown haired girl. I couldn’t help but notice how similar we look. I wasn’t the only one who noticed because Lola turned to look at me, a smile on her face. I glared at her, daring her to say something.
“Hey look, Audrey, I found your twin,” we usually do this, but with ugly men who are in pictures we find on the internet. We once spent an entire class period looking up ugly men and saying, 'hey look, I found your twin!' As expected, we didn't get any work done.
I scowled at her. The girl was skinnier than me, well; almost everyone was skinnier than me. I was a bit on the chunkier side but I was okay with that. I had stomach fat and I didn’t have a thigh gap and this girl did. Why am I comparing myself to this girl? I scolded myself
