Denial
Riley Smith has always been a good girl with her head in the clouds. She had her life planned out from a young age. Firstly, she would graduate school with a perfect 4.0 gpa. Secondly, she would go to Harvard, from which she would also graduate with honor. Third, and finally, she would find the love of her life. A beautiful man, one who loved her for everything she is, and anything she could be. At age seven, he was tall and wore glasses. At age ten, he became dark and mysterious. By age thirteen, he had a six-pack, flawless skin, and eyes as blue as the sea. This man could be imagined vividly, she knew the exact shade of his every hair. She knew his scent; sandalwood. The only thing she didn't seem to grasp was his fictionality. She refused to believed she couldn't have him. She thought her stocky build would attract him, her acne an invisible aspect of her wonderful face. At age fifteen, she had found her true love. His name was James Vander. He was exactly everything she knew he would be. When she turned sixteen, she told her best friend of this and she laughed.
¨You are crazy,¨ Liz had stated. ¨if you think he would ever be attracted to you. Or anyone like you. Guys like him do not fall for fat chicks like us.¨
It was then that she distanced herself from all of her friends. She pushed away her family as well, and isolated herself in school and at home.
¨They just wouldn't understand our relationship,¨ She would mutter to herself, reaffirming her decision that she didn't anyone besides James.
She began to talk to him every chance she had, and it quickly became apparent he enjoyed her company as well.
