Monday, do you guys hate Monday? Because I hate Monday. Monday Is the day where you went to school and meets with your friends.
For me, school is a definition of a hellhole.
"Miss, we're here." I looked up to my driver and nod. "Mark, don't pick me up later, okay."
"But mis—" I shot him a look and he nodded.
I got out of the car and slung my bag to my shoulder. I walk to the entrance and people are looking at me disgusted. I bent my head down and keep walking, I make my way towards my locker and I took out the books that I need for my first schedule which is English. I closed my locker when suddenly someone bumped into me and the books that I hold fell.
"Oops, sorry didn't see you there." I fix my glasses and looked up. Unsurprisingly is Jessica a.k.a the school queen bee. She smirked and step at my books along with her minions following her.
I sighed and picked my books up. "Rose, you okay?" I got up and see my best friend are looking at me worried "I'm fine, Kay."
"You should stand up to yourself, she always messing with you like you're a toy for her."
"It's our last year here and I don't want to make trouble." we walk together to our homeroom. While we enter the class people are giving me looks but Kayla glared at all of them and they ignore me once again.
I sat at the very back of the class so people won't notice me. Kayla sat beside me and ask me about our English homework and I tell her that I have done it. We talked a little bit and Mr. David decides to show up.
Mr. David is a cool guy and everyone likes him, he only gave us an assignment for us to do it then he let us do whatever we want as long as we do our assignment.
English ended and it's time for us to go to our next subject. I stop by my locker and put my previous books then I take the other books that I need for the next subject. I walked inside the class and as usual, I sat at the very back of the class.
I put my bag on the table and took my favorite book. Not long after I open my book, there's a shadow hovering above me. I looked up and my eyes widen. It's Kyle Landon my crush. I can feel my heart beat faster by just looking at him. "What are you looking at nerd?" He said while smirking.
"N—no—nothing." I stuttered
"Got your tongue—tied nerd, now move you ugly thing," he said while glaring hard at me. I can't move my eyes are stuck to him. He's just so perfect. "Are you deaf, I said the move," he said and I hurry to grab my bag and find another place to sit.
Kyle Landon is the definition of perfect, he's handsome, good at sport, and smart. Everyone wants him, boys want to be his friend, and girls want to be his girlfriend. Hell even I want him but that will not be happening soon or maybe never.
I could still feel my heart beat faster. Every time I saw him my heart always beats faster. I know it's stupid of me for liking him because a popular guy like him will never date a person like me. In the end, I'm the one who gets hurt.
People in this school don't want to be my friend they didn't even give me a second glance let alone become a friend. Why?
1. Because I'm ugly, I have bad skin and my face is full of a pimple, so oily, and not to mention I have panda eyes. I try to use makeup to hide my pimples but it became worse so I decided to stop using makeup.
2. I always used hoodie and a loose pants almost every day and they took this opportunity to humiliate me. They called me poor, beggar, ugly and the list goes on.
3. I'm a nerd. They always make fun of me because I'm a nerd, I mean what's wrong with being a nerd it means you're smart. I just don't get them sometimes.
Through high school, I only have one friend, Kayla Anderson she is my best friend and the one and only person that I could lean on too. She witnesses everything that happened to me and she always stands up to me especially Jessica, she's a fearless person, she's not afraid of anyone even the jocks in our school. She's a great person and I thank full to have her as my best friend.
As I was busy zoning out I didn't notice the bell rung.
Class ended and it's time to have lunch. I walked out of the class with my head bent down and suddenly I bumped into someone and my books are scattered for the second time.
"Watch it, you ugly thing. Can't you see I'm walking here, you have four eyes and yet you still can't see." and of course is the one and only Kyle, he walked past me and purposely bumping my shoulder.
Now people are looking at me. Some gave me pity looks, some feel satisfied to see me suffer, and some recorded this. I sighed and pick my books up but there's something that caught my eyes. A big footprint in my favorite book.
It must be Kyle. I hurriedly gather my books and run to the toilet. I locked myself there and cry my heart out. You guys might think I'm stupid or weird for crying my book. But that book is special to me, my grandmother gave it to me before she passed away but the arrogant person he is, he stepped in my book and it leaves a big mark.
I locked myself for a good 5 minutes and wash my face. I went out and find Kayla waiting for me there. She looks so worried and I feel bad for making her worried. "Rose, you okay?" I shook my head and she hugs me. "You want to ditch school?"
"No, it's fine." I let go and walked to my locker. "You know, you could just tell your dad and I bet your dad will tell the principal to have eyes on you." yes, my dad always donate to my school and I could easily agree to that but I don't want that. They don't know who I am and I want to keep it that way.
I'm Rosella Jones the last daughter of Michael Jones and Angela Jones. My dad is a well—known businessman, everyone knows him and my mom is a famous designer, she even has her clothing line. I have 3 brothers and two of them are following my dad's footsteps and not to mention they are famous as well and my last brother is still in college.
Since I'm the last child my parents love me so much and they will do anything to make me happy but I don't want to take advantage of it.
"If I do that, they will see me as a weak person and I don't want that." she rolled her eyes.
"Ohh, come on they bullied you since freshman and you still don't want that." I nodded.
"Unbelievable." she shakes her head. "Anyway, you still want to go modeling?" She raised her eyebrow. When I was a child my dream is to be a model but now I'm uncertain about it.
"Don't tell me you're gonna back out?"
"No, but I'm going to think about it again." she nodded "Just because you have pimples that don't make you ugly. It's just a matter of time." she's right.
"Everyone ever is in your place even then famous model had a pimple too. So just chill, it will go in no time." smiled and I chuckled seeing her.
I and Kayla have the same dream. Went we first met she asked me what's my dream is and I said I want to be a model and she squealed, she said that is her dream too and from there we became best friends.
My role model is Taylor Hill while Kayla is Kendall Jenner.
"I don't want to receive news that you give up on your dream. If I found out about it, I'm gonna hunt you down till you agree to become a model again." I chuckled hearing that.
"Aye—aye captain." she slung her arms to my shoulder and chuckled.
"You know maybe one day we're going to be a famous model."
"Yeah, maybe one day we're going to be a famous model when we died." she smacked my arm playfully and I laughed.
Maybe one day.
