There really is nothing special about my curly brown shoulder-length hair or my dull honey-brown eyes that have no astonishing glow in them. My skin is pale with few freckles splattered against my cheeks. I’m almost too skinny with no bosom, chest, or ass to flaunt.
I turn away from my image, leaving the girl’s lavatory.
It’s not like I hate what I look like. I know I’m not extraordinary in the looks department like Elena or most of the girls here. One thing I do like about myself is I’m nothing like her, striving to bring everyone down to uplift herself, and I never would be.
I reach my locker and pull it open to grab my textbooks for the next class.
His sudden appearance has me startled as my soul almost jumps out of my body.
He towers over me, and I’ve never felt so short in my en
