LOVE STRUCK

"Ugh, why me?" I ask asking no one in particular.

Well if you are wondering what I am doing.. I am currently trying to get my sorry ass to school but God clearly does not want me to. I mean what else would a downpour out of nowhere, when my car is broken down and I have to walk to school with no umbrella in hand mean? I feel like everywhere I go, I am pursued by demons. God help me. Well any way let me introduce myself my name is Bella Kane, I have long black hair that falls slightly below my shoulders, brown almond eyes that could penetrate your soul, a heart shaped face, small pink lips, thick long black eyelashes that shield my penetrating eyes, a pointed nose, high cheekbones, a hour glass body shape that girl's seem to work their ass off, a chocolate complexion that resembles that of roasted peanuts and most importantly a heat shaped beauty mark on the back of my neck that I really don't know what it is. I stand at 5'5.

Moments of heavy droplets later.... I finally get to school, with my clothes drenched with water and my shoes covered with mud, so much for dressing to impress and I sigh at the thought.

To make matters worse, I am greeted by intense laughter on getting inside, walking in suruly I wasn't the only one late enough to have being caught in the rain right? Wrong! Seeing as you are the only wet person in the halls. That obnoxious voice at the back of my head calls out. Wow even my concience detests me. I really need help.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying my dampened misery at that moment, I wish the ground would widen up and swallow me, at least death would be better than this public humiliation, I think as I feel embarrassed by now. Why didn't I just sit at home and just call it a sick day.

"Oh yeah because you are a fool." The obnoxious voice at the back of my head reveals its ugly words to me and it's right I really do feel like one.

From the crowd of discompassionate idiots a blonde girlmade her way to me with a smirk. I could literally see the hurtful words she was planning to slash at me and based on my experience of being bullied this.... Was not going to end well. I wasn't sure if it was my overactive imagination but she moved in slow motion like a fictional phoenix rising from its ashes.. She wore a tank top with a mini skirt and boots. Well how she looked she was nothing short of stunning dark blue eyes that seemed to change a different shade the happier she got, blonde or what you say golden hair that rested a little bit above her waist, a rounded nose that looked flat when she was disgusted, an hour glass frame with tanned skin to complement it, pink lips that any boy would love to just stare at wishing they could just make small contact with, a slender frame that could only amount to her being a cheerleader. Don't be like that , people always put me under labels so it's only fair I do it to others, she had long legs that ran for days and stood at 5'7.

She said upon getting to me.

"I am Kayla Fox student body president." She says while giving me a smirk that sent dread to the pit of my stomach.

I forced a smile, even if I liked the look of her, I still had manners. I raised my hand to offer her a handshake that she rudely declined, staring down at my hand with a look of disgust.

"Pleased to meet me, I know." She says with a smirk that I so badly want to wipe off her beautiful face. God I can't believe I complimented her.

"You are too... What's the word?" She asks as she made a face searching for the perfect adjective to describe me.

Wet? Obviously

Dirty? Yeah

Disgusting? Hell yeah.

What the hell did she expect, I just walked through a freaking storm?

"You look horrible like your some kind of refugee who hasn't had any decent clothes, did your parents leave you or something, I can tell they should be proud they left you, I would be. So Miss whoever you are I'm just here to tell you just spare us the sight of seeing your horrid appearance and run along everyone here a whole lot of good, really go die or something it would be better for us all." She says, giving her golden locks a quick flick, easily tossing the tendrils over her shoulders and momentarily sending a dagger through my heart.

" So I think it would be nice of you to go clean yourself up because looking at you makes me wanna puke." She says as she faked a gag at me.

She turned on her heel and walked away like she said nothing and everyone turned around and let out rounds of crazy laughter and snickering at the hilarious predicament that had befallen me. Well lucky them. Unshed tears began prickling to come out of my eyes and I dadhed off to the girl's bathroom. Wait shit! I don't know where the girl's bathroom is.

After looking for it for what felt like eternity. I ran into it jamming the door shut and running to the sink and grip it while the hot tears roll down. It's not that what she said was really painful but the fact that it brings memories that I so desperately wanna hide brings tears to me.

"Hey you okay?" A girl asks me. I raised my teary eyes to the owner of the voice. The girl has brown straight hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, pointed nose, plump pink lips, slender frame. She stands at 5'5, she is wearing a white a floral dress that rests slightly above her knees and is figure hogging with black platform heels. She's the definition of gorgeous standing around these people makes me feel like a scrawny mouse around peacocks.

"Yeah I am completely okay." I sniffed out as I wiped my tears. Long story short her name is Mia, she gave a semi transparent black tank top, blue skinny jeans and white sneakers. And I possibly made a new friend. Maybe this day won't be so bad after all.