Diary of an UGLY girl

Introduction 2

"Hi. I'm Reah Rodriguez, Eya for short. That's all." I'm done with the introduction and leaving that case hopefully someone suddenly asked.

"Excuse me," I stopped walking and looked at the woman who spoke, with disgust on her face, "Why are you ugly?" "Because you are beautiful." I smiled at her and went back to my seat. First of all, I expect someone to call me ugly because I'm used to it again. I'm really ugly, my forehead is wide, my nose is small that can't be pierced but it's not very nose, chapped lips, I have pimples, dry skin, blown hair and pandakekoy. O diba, panget?

But when I returned to my seat, someone else asked me, "How come you're enrolled in this school, I'm pretty sure you're not a model and if you're not a model then you're not qualified to the school's qualifications. "

"I don't know either." I just said that to end up the conversation. Actually, I'm a model but I don't want to tell them what I'm modeling. It's so embarrassing. As in.

Last period, Self Motivation Class. Yes, the class is finally over!

"Okay guys, before I leave you, I want to give each of you a diary to write on."

After that, commotions followed, "What ?! That's so gay, maam."

"Baduy."

"Urgh. Works."

"Geez, what are blogs for?"

"Old age much?"

"Diary? What are we, elementary?"

"Hey, hey. You, sit down. Sssh. Quiet." They arranged to sit down and fell silent, "This diary is your final requirement at the end of the school year. Without compiling this, I'll mark you a good 70 in your card. Now, we don't want to fail right? So be good, and write on your diaries. "

She starts to pass the diaries in each one of us. The diaries are all different by designs. The one I received was a spiral notebook, with light brown background with leaves, flowers and spring birds on it and also butterflies.

"Hi. I'm Reah Rodriguez, Eya for short. That's all." I'm done with the introduction and leaving that case hopefully someone suddenly asked.

"Excuse me," I stopped walking and looked at the woman who spoke, with disgust on her face, "Why are you ugly?" "Because you are beautiful." I smiled at her and went back to my seat. First of all, I expect someone to call me ugly because I'm used to it again. I'm really ugly, my forehead is wide, my nose is small that can't be pierced but it's not very nose, chapped lips, I have pimples, dry skin, blown hair and pandakekoy. O diba, panget?

But when I returned to my seat, someone else asked me, "How come you're enrolled in this school, I'm pretty sure you're not a model and if you're not a model then you're not qualified to the school's qualifications. "

"I don't know either." I just said that to end up the conversation. Actually, I'm a model but I don't want to tell them what I'm modeling. It's so embarrassing. As in.

Last period, Self Motivation Class. Yes, the class is finally over!

"Okay guys, before I leave you, I want to give each of you a diary to write on."

After that, commotions followed, "What ?! That's so gay, maam."

"Baduy."

"Urgh. Works."

"Geez, what are blogs for?"

"Old age much?"

"Diary? What are we, elementary?"

"Hey, hey. You, sit down. Sssh. Quiet." They arranged to sit down and fell silent, "This diary is your final requirement at the end of the school year. Without compiling this, I'll mark you a good 70 in your card. Now, we don't want to fail right? So be good, and write on your diaries. "

She starts to pass the diaries in each one of us. The diaries are all different by designs. The one I received was a spiral notebook, with light brown background with leaves, flowers and spring birds on it and also butterflies.

"Hi. I'm Reah Rodriguez, Eya for short. That's all." I'm done with the introduction and leaving that case hopefully someone suddenly asked.

"Excuse me," I stopped walking and looked at the woman who spoke, with disgust on her face, "Why are you ugly?" "Because you are beautiful." I smiled at her and went back to my seat. First of all, I expect someone to call me ugly because I'm used to it again. I'm really ugly, my forehead is wide, my nose is small that can't be pierced but it's not very nose, chapped lips, I have pimples, dry skin, blown hair and pandakekoy. O diba, panget?

But when I returned to my seat, someone else asked me, "How come you're enrolled in this school, I'm pretty sure you're not a model and if you're not a model then you're not qualified to the school's qualifications. "

"I don't know either." I just said that to end up the conversation. Actually, I'm a model but I don't want to tell them what I'm modeling. It's so embarrassing. As in.

Last period, Self Motivation Class. Yes, the class is finally over!

"Okay guys, before I leave you, I want to give each of you a diary to write on."

After that, commotions followed, "What ?! That's so gay, maam."

"Baduy."

"Urgh. Works."

"Geez, what are blogs for?"

"Old age much?"

"Diary? What are we, elementary?"

"Hey, hey. You, sit down. Sssh. Quiet." They arranged to sit down and fell silent, "This diary is your final requirement at the end of the school year. Without compiling this, I'll mark you a good 70 in your card. Now, we don't want to fail right? So be good, and write on your diaries. "

She starts to pass the diaries in each one of us. The diaries are all different by designs. The one I received was a spiral notebook, with light brown background with leaves, flowers and spring birds on it and also butterflies.

"Hi. I'm Reah Rodriguez, Eya for short. That's all." I'm done with the introduction and leaving that case hopefully someone suddenly asked.

"Excuse me," I stopped walking and looked at the woman who spoke, with disgust on her face, "Why are you ugly?" "Because you are beautiful." I smiled at her and went back to my seat. First of all, I expect someone to call me ugly because I'm used to it again. I'm really ugly, my forehead is wide, my nose is small that can't be pierced but it's not very nose, chapped lips, I have pimples, dry skin, blown hair and pandakekoy. O diba, panget?

But when I returned to my seat, someone else asked me, "How come you're enrolled in this school, I'm pretty sure you're not a model and if you're not a model then you're not qualified to the school's qualifications. "

"I don't know either." I just said that to end up the conversation. Actually, I'm a model but I don't want to tell them what I'm modeling. It's so embarrassing. As in.

Last period, Self Motivation Class. Yes, the class is finally over!

"Okay guys, before I leave you, I want to give each of you a diary to write on."

After that, commotions followed, "What ?! That's so gay, maam."

"Baduy."

"Urgh. Works."

"Geez, what are blogs for?"

"Old age much?"

"Diary? What are we, elementary?"

"Hey, hey. You, sit down. Sssh. Quiet." They arranged to sit down and fell silent, "This diary is your final requirement at the end of the school year. Without compiling this, I'll mark you a good 70 in your card. Now, we don't want to fail right? So be good, and write on your diaries. "

She starts to pass the diaries in each one of us. The diaries are all different by designs. The one I received was a spiral notebook, with light brown background with leaves, flowers and spring birds on it and also butterflies.

"Hi. I'm Reah Rodriguez, Eya for short. That's all." I'm done with the introduction and leaving that case hopefully someone suddenly asked.

"Excuse me," I stopped walking and looked at the woman who spoke, with disgust on her face, "Why are you ugly?" "Because you are beautiful." I smiled at her and went back to my seat. First of all, I expect someone to call me ugly because I'm used to it again. I'm really ugly, my forehead is wide, my nose is small that can't be pierced but it's not very nose, chapped lips, I have pimples, dry skin, blown hair and pandakekoy. O diba, panget?

But when I returned to my seat, someone else asked me, "How come you're enrolled in this school, I'm pretty sure you're not a model and if you're not a model then you're not qualified to the school's qualifications. "

"I don't know either." I just said that to end up the conversation. Actually, I'm a model but I don't want to tell them what I'm modeling. It's so embarrassing. As in.

Last period, Self Motivation Class. Yes, the class is finally over!

"Okay guys, before I leave you, I want to give each of you a diary to write on."

After that, commotions followed, "What ?! That's so gay, maam."

"Baduy."

"Urgh. Works."

"Geez, what are blogs for?"

"Old age much?"

"Diary? What are we, elementary?"

"Hey, hey. You, sit down. Sssh. Quiet." They arranged to sit down and fell silent, "This diary is your final requirement at the end of the school year. Without compiling this, I'll mark you a good 70 in your card. Now, we don't want to fail right? So be good, and write on your diaries. "

She starts to pass the diaries in each one of us. The diaries are all different by designs. The one I received was a spiral notebook, with light brown background with leaves, flowers and spring birds on it and also butterflies.

"Hi. I'm Reah Rodriguez, Eya for short. That's all." I'm done with the introduction and leaving that case hopefully someone suddenly asked.

"Excuse me," I stopped walking and looked at the woman who spoke, with disgust on her face, "Why are you ugly?" "Because you are beautiful." I smiled at her and went back to my seat. First of all, I expect someone to call me ugly because I'm used to it again. I'm really ugly, my forehead is wide, my nose is small that can't be pierced but it's not very nose, chapped lips, I have pimples, dry skin, blown hair and pandakekoy. O diba, panget?

But when I returned to my seat, someone else asked me, "How come you're enrolled in this school, I'm pretty sure you're not a model and if you're not a model then you're not qualified to the school's qualifications. "

"I don't know either." I just said that to end up the conversation. Actually, I'm a model but I don't want to tell them what I'm modeling. It's so embarrassing. As in.

Last period, Self Motivation Class. Yes, the class is finally over!

"Okay guys, before I leave you, I want to give each of you a diary to write on."

After that, commotions followed, "What ?! That's so gay, maam."

"Baduy."

"Urgh. Works."

"Geez, what are blogs for?"

"Old age much?"

"Diary? What are we, elementary?"

"Hey, hey. You, sit down. Sssh. Quiet." They arranged to sit down and fell silent, "This diary is your final requirement at the end of the school year. Without compiling this, I'll mark you a good 70 in your card. Now, we don't want to fail right? So be good, and write on your diaries. "

She starts to pass the diaries in each one of us. The diaries are all different by designs. The one I received was a spiral notebook, with light brown background with leaves, flowers and spring birds on it and also butterflies.

"Hi. I'm Reah Rodriguez, Eya for short. That's all." I'm done with the introduction and leaving that case hopefully someone suddenly asked.

"Excuse me," I stopped walking and looked at the woman who spoke, with disgust on her face, "Why are you ugly?" "Because you are beautiful." I smiled at her and went back to my seat. First of all, I expect someone to call me ugly because I'm used to it again. I'm really ugly, my forehead is wide, my nose is small that can't be pierced but it's not very nose, chapped lips, I have pimples, dry skin, blown hair and pandakekoy. O diba, panget?

But when I returned to my seat, someone else asked me, "How come you're enrolled in this school, I'm pretty sure you're not a model and if you're not a model then you're not qualified to the school's qualifications. "

"I don't know either." I just said that to end up the conversation. Actually, I'm a model but I don't want to tell them what I'm modeling. It's so embarrassing. As in.

Last period, Self Motivation Class. Yes, the class is finally over!

"Okay guys, before I leave you, I want to give each of you a diary to write on."

After that, commotions followed, "What ?! That's so gay, maam."

"Baduy."

"Urgh. Works."

"Geez, what are blogs for?"

"Old age much?"

"Diary? What are we, elementary?"

"Hey, hey. You, sit down. Sssh. Quiet." They arranged to sit down and fell silent, "This diary is your final requirement at the end of the school year. Without compiling this, I'll mark you a good 70 in your card. Now, we don't want to fail right? So be good, and write on your diaries. "

She starts to pass the diaries in each one of us. The diaries are all different by designs. The one I received was a spiral notebook, with light brown background with leaves, flowers and spring birds on it and also butterflies.

"Hi. I'm Reah Rodriguez, Eya for short. That's all." I'm done with the introduction and leaving that case hopefully someone suddenly asked.

"Excuse me," I stopped walking and looked at the woman who spoke, with disgust on her face, "Why are you ugly?" "Because you are beautiful." I smiled at her and went back to my seat. First of all, I expect someone to call me ugly because I'm used to it again. I'm really ugly, my forehead is wide, my nose is small that can't be pierced but it's not very nose, chapped lips, I have pimples, dry skin, blown hair and pandakekoy. O diba, panget?

But when I returned to my seat, someone else asked me, "How come you're enrolled in this school, I'm pretty sure you're not a model and if you're not a model then you're not qualified to the school's qualifications. "

"I don't know either." I just said that to end up the conversation. Actually, I'm a model but I don't want to tell them what I'm modeling. It's so embarrassing. As in.

Last period, Self Motivation Class. Yes, the class is finally over!

"Okay guys, before I leave you, I want to give each of you a diary to write on."

After that, commotions followed, "What ?! That's so gay, maam."

"Baduy."

"Urgh. Works."

"Geez, what are blogs for?"

"Old age much?"

"Diary? What are we, elementary?"

"Hey, hey. You, sit down. Sssh. Quiet." They arranged to sit down and fell silent, "This diary is your final requirement at the end of the school year. Without compiling this, I'll mark you a good 70 in your card. Now, we don't want to fail right? So be good, and write on your diaries. "

She starts to pass the diaries in each one of us. The diaries are all different by designs. The one I received was a spiral notebook, with light brown background with leaves, flowers and spring birds on it and also butterflies.

I find it cute and comfortable to write on. I feel excited to fill up this continuously! I've never touched a diary kasi in my life.

When the bell rings, I arranged my things and then put my backpack on the back and started walking down the corridor while I was still holding the diary, I was glad because I opened it and then I smelled the pages. I love the smell of notebooks and books because eh, I'm used to smelling them, especially when they're old.

"Excuse me, miss." I stopped walking and sniffing the notebook when suddenly something stopped in front of me. A creature that is extremely handsome, surrounded by his addictive aura, his addictive smell, and his smile that makes his panties fall off. I stared at where I was standing so he waved his hand in front of me, "Ah miss, excuse me? Hello?"

I snap back, "Ah! What's that?"

Color. I just looked stupid earlier for staring at him. Shet. I almost drooled at him, that's so embarrassing. I flirt too much. > _ _ _ _ _ _ _ <

"May I ask what time it is?"

"It's time for you to love me ..." I didn't answer his question myself.

"HA ?!"

"Ay gaga. No, I said 5.07 already." at the same time I ran away from my extreme shame. Did I really say those words?

OMG.

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Dear Diary,

My first day at Willford Academy. School of models. Many are antipathetic. But s**t, earlier in the corridor I met a creature that was overflowing with beauty. It's exciting because he asked me the time in case s**t, my answer was wrong. Embarrassing! But his pogi really is!

- Eya