Chapter 2.

Outside, the wind breezes through my hair. The smell of newly-washed clothes gives me a sense of assurance. I am always paranoid about being smelly ever since I was 7. I love furry animals-stroking their fur is a must for me. The same actions was done like so at the pet shop I frequent, I remembered a brown Cocker Spaniel puppy. He was rather jumpy and I wondered why. My question was resolved when grace gave me poo. Yes, the brown muddy lump of god-knows-what.

Imagine the terror, the smell, the stain left.

Ever since then, I like the word cleanliness quite a bit. Ok, a lot. Being spick and span is a top priority, changed my clothes every 6 hours at the very least. This might have been a sign of OCD, but I don’t really care that much, since I know the root of it all. Never could forgot that day.

Maybe that’s why they picked on me.
The girls.

Queen Bee, Betsy. The two other girls-Alex and Jamie. Tell me, what else could I fault on?

Look into that mirror and see,
That ugly bitch who can never be me.
What a dreamer she is,
Hoping to see the impossibility.

Look at how she walk,
Each leg with no grace.
Now let her talk,
See how disgusting she can be.

The queen bee threw me on the floor,
Laughed alongside with her gang and left.
No one saw anything, on one heard.
That is my fate, my destiny.

Oh, then again. I might just have been an eyesore.