You Don't Love Me
Willow was known as one of the most awkward people in school. This was her sophomore year; she promised herself this year would be different. She even started shopping in the mall. Her mother always took her to a shop in town she was ready to be a new woman.
Take that boys! She'd think to herself constantly. She was going to be the new Willow. The more.. dare she think it? Sexy Willow?
She walked into school her hair swept back snuggly into a loose bun. She tried to be creative with it making it look like the girls in those fashion magazines. Maybe he'll notice me? She thought with an optimistic smile on her face. When he sees me, he'll just die. Only I hope not literally.
She pushed her way through the corridor bumping into random people as she pasted by. She at first tried to act cool. Ignoring the fact that she had just bumped into Cordelia.
"Excuse you? Are you suddenly blind and stupid?"
Harmony and the rest of the girls laughed at her comments. To them, she was their goddess, inspiration, role model, well everything.
"And where'd you get that hideous outfit? You really need to pick out your own clothes in the morning."
The girls laughed again. Willow walked away quickly heading into the girls bathroom, she had to get away. She entered the first stall available, sitting on the toilet. She tore off four sheets of toilet paper and folded them neatly together. She dabbed underneath her eyes, wiping away the tears that were streaming down her face. I'm so stupid. How could I even think I could fit in to this school? I don't belong. I'm so stupid.
Cordelia and her crew had entered the bathroom before Willow could escape. She listened carefully. She figured that Cordelia would comment on her attire again, or find some other way to humiliate her, if seen.
"Have you seen the new girl, Buffy?"
"Freak!" One of the girls said before letting out a small chuckle.
"Yeah, she totally passed the 'Are you cool test' and then she goes and hangs out with Willow and Xander. As if that's not social suicide already."
Willow frowned. We are social suicide I guess.
"Not to mention I hear Buffy wanted to know what the body looked like, remember in Aura's locker?"
"So morbid."
Willow waited until Cordelia and crew left. She could hear the clanking of their high heels meeting the bathroom tile. She exited and laid her back against the door. "Great. Nothing like being a social suicide-er." She moved close to the mirror. She took out the hair tie holding up her hair. "Guess its just good ole me now." She said with a slight sigh in her voice. "Perfect."
