I was the average girl.

Petite built, long black hair, big hazel eyes, nothing spectacular. I've heard people comment on my hourglass Marilyn Monroe structure but I never really paid mind to it.

To me, I was just your average 20 year old.

I have never been wildly popular or even popular. I was someone who would prefer having my nose buried under my books because I was determined to be someone one day. Someone with power in this world.

I was on the verge of completely my degree as an actuarial scientist. I always loved the idea of structure, control and assessing each outcome to make sure it is the most desirable and making sure that choices were always well assessed. Throughout my schooling career my results were always in the top 3. Not because I was born smart but because I worked so hard to make sure they were what I wanted for myself. I planned every aspect in my life to becoming an actuary.

So I was okay not having the teenage experience, I knew one day it would be worth it.

I grew up with my two best friends , Lara and Mel who were drop dead gorgeous. I always felt like the ugly duckling when I was with them.

They were tall and blonde. The slender model type with minimal curves. I always compared myself to them because I had so many curves. I was busty, little with hips shaped like a wisdom tooth and a J Lo butt.

I always thought they pitied me. Dragging me with place to place since I was 5. When my mother passed away from cancer their family was my dad and my salvation.They are the sole reason why I have any experiences in life. If it were up to me, I would be a hermit crab only coming out for food.

Lara and Mel were wildly popular they were also older than me so I learnt alot from them.

I always felt like people tolerated my presence just to be in theirs, and they dare not question mine or Lara and Mel will have their heads on a chopping block. They were always protective over me in that way. I was their younger sister who they had to prove to the world can be a kind and dangerous place.

I could never understand their need to protect me while they could jump in knee dump. They would warn me against everything and anyone and make sure I comprehend. That's why I couldn't understand why they handed me to him.

James Swanson.

On a silver platter.

"I really don't feel comfortable going with to the outdoor cinema. You go along and don't for a second feel bad about it." I said to Lara and Mel. "Stop being so paranoid. Live in the moment you know you will have fun. You have been behind your books for weeks it's time to see there is a world out there with actual human beings." Mel said in her condescending tone she always used when I'd object to any social activity.

" Come on fe-fe. I know Mel would probably ditch us to swoon over some new Beau but you know I'd be right by your side. You can't leave me alone when she ditches me."

In some way I know Lara is right because Mel will definitely be the one swooning and forgetting we exist.

Mel was breathtaking.

America's next top model type. Everyone always wanted to be around her or with her.

She was the life of the party.

Lara was more level headed. I suppose being older than Mel is somewhat the reason behind it and having to keep Mel in check but she would never let anyone play with her head. When she thought a situation was okay, it usually was. And I knew she would never let me feel left out or out of place.

I suppose me feeling that way was largely contributed by my own insecurity. Who would blame me. I was the dork in-between two models. I was thinking that and I knew everyone thought so too. I've often heard people say they wasting their time dragging around a no one like me.

But alas, I was once again convinced to go ahead and meet a new group of strangers who had no intention of knowing me at all.