Il mio fiore

Prologue

Could ugly be a feeling? Yes

Could ugly be an identity? Yes

Beauty is not a word in my dictionary. Call me stupid but I certainly am serious.

As a kid, I always thought that having two flawlessly beautiful sisters was a curse especially since I'm ugly, that was until it started to pay off.

Making over five hundred dollars each day just by selling off their numbers is the best idea I've had since I began to think for myself.

Although my 20 year old elder sister Alyssa dosen't like it and always complains to my mum about me selling off her number, my 16 year old younger sister, Anais, gets paid for shutting the f**k up.

People normally use me to get to my sisters, I have to admit, it hurts but then again, I've become accustomed to it.

Yes, everyday I have to listen to people praise my sisters and sometimes make fun of me for being ugly. I am used to it.

It has come to a stage where I believe myself to never be loved. I mean, who'd want to love me? The grinch?

I'm no introvert but I don't have friends. It's weird, I know. I just can't get attached to people because they always have something up their sleeve.

Well that was until this crazy new asshole walked into the gates of spring valley high. He's crazy and certainly is stupid but he's one hell of a friend. We're thick as thieves.

Yes, I'm not compared to my sisters' beauty and phisyche but he never lets me feel like I'm not a person like everyone else in school, he never let's me feel inferior.

I know I'm ugly, I'm not proud of it but I've learned to accept it. People keep telling me like I'm clueless about it. I don't have mirrors to remind me but I do have the weight of an unaccomplished feeling to do just that.

My life's an open door, you can walk through it if you may. After all, you're not the first.