Raphael sat in front of me looking like he had simply stepped off the catwalk. He was pure hotness as always. "Baby, you rock my world! Never have I wanted to be someone's man as I desire to be yours; I'm nothing without you Harriet."
I slammed the book shut and pushed it away.
I'm not Harriet, I'm Gracie Carteri.
I'm seventeen and the most unpopular girl in the world—what could be worse than that.
It could be a lot worse. Who am I to complain? I mean, it's not like it bothers me.
I have the best parents ever. Yes, they smoother me with all the love, affection; and conversation that a girl needs, but at times I just wish I was apart of that clique group, or even a social butterfly. But no! I'm just plain old me. Oh how I ached to have something that people would stop and take notice of; I think my only chance of that would be to die my hair lime green or magenta pink. I giggled inwardly. But no! I'm just plain old me. Oh how I ached to have something that people would stop and take notice of; I think my only chance of that would be to die my hair lime green or magenta pink. I giggled inwardly. …show more content…
They’re biased; they don't see what I see staring back at me in the morning, which, if I'm honest, isn't all that bad, but others seem to think I look hideous. It sticks in your mind, so I've gotten to the point now where I get nervous about going out even just to a shop incase people
I slammed the book shut and pushed it away.
I'm not Harriet, I'm Gracie Carteri.
I'm seventeen and the most unpopular girl in the world—what could be worse than that.
It could be a lot worse. Who am I to complain? I mean, it's not like it bothers me.
I have the best parents ever. Yes, they smoother me with all the love, affection; and conversation that a girl needs, but at times I just wish I was apart of that clique group, or even a social butterfly. But no! I'm just plain old me. Oh how I ached to have something that people would stop and take notice of; I think my only chance of that would be to die my hair lime green or magenta pink. I giggled inwardly. But no! I'm just plain old me. Oh how I ached to have something that people would stop and take notice of; I think my only chance of that would be to die my hair lime green or magenta pink. I giggled inwardly. …show more content…
They’re biased; they don't see what I see staring back at me in the morning, which, if I'm honest, isn't all that bad, but others seem to think I look hideous. It sticks in your mind, so I've gotten to the point now where I get nervous about going out even just to a shop incase people