UGLY

2: Her

Kiara's POV:

Our campus was huge. One could easily get lost in it. After roaming around for what seemed like an eternity and several impact with walking fleshy walls later, I somehow managed to survive. Oh, that and I finally finally found my dorm.

No one from my dorm was here, yet. I only prayed that, whoever would my dorm mate be, would be more kind and considerate towards me. The only place I could find my peace in for next two years was my dorm room. I would hate that if a bitchy dorm mate made my life living hell for that time being.

I took off my hoodie, scarf and my knee length skirt.

Wait, why did I wear a scarf with a hoodie again?

Oh right!

My absolutely gorgeous and kind hearted aunt decided to show her generous side after 15 years by 'gifting' me with my cousin's old 'stylish' clothes.

Did I mention that they were a size three or four smaller than me?

She threw out most of my clothes, saying that they made me look like a snowman and a chimpanzee combined.

I hid some of my clothes for months. So, they were in a desperate need of washing.

Sighing, I opened my suitcase. There laid my filthy outfits along with my cousin's ones. Her clothing colours was principled by hot pink, orange, yellow (a very bright one) and sea blue. My eyes hurt just by looking at them. I took them out, cringing at the smell.

From under the clothes, an old copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' peeked at me. I grinned at the sight of my favourite books along with the previous one. I had a big ass suitcase.

When I was almost done arranging my books, I noticed an unfamiliar small bag sitting at a corner of my luggage. I took it out and emptied the contents.

The sight of many unfamiliar beautiful tubes along with a note greeted me. I took the note out and read out loud.

My dear Kiara,

I hope you like my gifts! Though they are old but I'm sure they are not expired, yet. Put them to a good use and doll yourself up. I'm not as bad as I might look like. You're a grown woman. You should look presentable.

Sincerely,

Imogen Greene.

My aunt decided to show her undying love for me by sending me products about which I have absolutely no clue.

How Romantic!

I lifted up a tube which was labeled as CONCEALER. I opened the cap and cringed at the powdery smell. Another tube was labeled as FOUNDATION. I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

They looked...... same.

I didn't find any logical reason to make two different products, containing the same stuff.

Talk about the hypocrisy of marketing.

An hour later, after colouring my hands with the cute smelly powdery stuffs, I had a few concealers, foundations, lipglosses, some black eye poking thingy, 14 different shades of lipsticks (they were all red and pink though) and other shimmery eye products.

My head was spinning while I wondered what to do with these.

Maybe I could gift them to the bimbos who had made my life a living hell for past couple of hours, for the sake of peace making.

Mentally fanning myself at my brilliancy, I arranged everything.

After hours, I decided to take a shower. I totally reeked of peanut butter!

It's been days since I took a proper shower.

After my dearest aunt decided to drop the bomb of Bridgestone on me, I barely ate or slept.

She never took care of me, in fact, I'm surprised to find all these makeup products. They never fed me healthy, nor they took care of me. I was treated like a street rat.

My father's step brother Olaf Greene refused to take my responsibility after my parent's death. But as soon as he heard about the fortune and the company my father left me, he immediately complied.

Sometimes, I pity them. Sure they never abused me; but the way they treated me, was worse. They didn't know how to love.

After showering, I took out a black hoodie and a pair of black jeans. I applied some lip gloss that my aunt gave me. I adjusted my glasses and went out.

I sneaked into the previous meadow. As it was afternoon, this area was almost empty- so I managed to get here undetected.

The sky had turned into a colourful canvas, principled by the scattered light pink and gold. There was also a hint of vermont. The sun rays created a beautiful hue. I sighed, laying down on the soft grass. The colour reminded me of my dream, that I had the previous night.

My mind drifted off to the tall blurry ghost, that helped me today. For some reason, I imagined him with piercing green eyes.

Maybe because you dreamt of a green eyed monster last night? My subconscious said.

It could be true, I have that dream once in a while.

I saw a bunch of dandelions. I grinned and plucked a few of them. Butterflies were flying here and there. I saw one opening and closing it's wings- as if examining me, the intruder, with it's tiny bulbous eyes.

I smirked and tried to catch it, but much to my disappointment, it flew away. I only stared into the air, pouting.

A few moments later, it came back again and sat on my nose. I giggled at the tingly sensation.

It was me and my thing.

Sometimes, people could not give you the happiness and the contentment you crave for. And that's when you try to find your happiness from these silly little things.

As for me, I gave up my hope to find happiness from a human being a long time ago. Humans always love for a motive...... A reason.

Animals don't.

As the sun started to set, I headed to my dorm- but not before taking a a picture of the wonderful scenery in front of me.

Changed into my night gown and washed my mouth.

I skipped dinner, in fact I hadn't eaten anything for the past day. I felt weak and a bit nauseous. I ignored the feeling and slipped into the covers.

That green eyed monster invaded my dreams, again.

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