As clever as she was, she never did understand... why did he choose that girl, when he could have her. She stood there, watching them as their tongues entwined with one another, their bodies moulding perfectly, never noticing her tears.
There certainly wasn't anything wrong with her. In fact, many people said that she was very talented when it came to the piano and often complimented her on her artwork. She made friends with all the teachers, and had the highest G.P.A in the school.
But she was still a grubby little caterpillar, consuming people's hearts, working to get all their attention, and if she didn't, she would risk collapsing- a consumption of her true self by the black hole she possesses in place of her heart- and that's exactly what was happening now. She simply couldn't understand it, not a bit.
That is, until she learned exactly how that girl worked - Tight, revealing short skirts and gaudy make-up, along with her more... err, developed, body, and long, flowing magenta locks that ran down her back. Compared to that girl, she was nothing. She was just a plain old nerdy girl, with thick lenses, baggy clothing and chopped up blonde hair, a result of her own carelessness.
Unlike her, that girl could be alluring, and seductive- might even risk getting more attention than herself, and that was not allowed. Eventually, our little caterpillar started wearing more make-up, not as much as that pink clown, just a bit of mascara and a dab of lipgloss, but nothing too drastic - not until later.
Of course, she did realize that her glasses killed the mood, so she dumped them too, in favour of clear contacts, along with her old clothes. She also dropped out of art- saying it's full of talentless weaboos and not worth her time, but she never did dump the piano. Apparently, it served a sort of, significance to her, one that she would never give up, no matter what.
