Disclaimer: Not mine, all Disney's. This is a weird little fic that I came up with a long time ago, and just now found. I showed it to Arcadia, and she told me that she thought I should post it, so here it is! I warn you now, I was mad and upset (mostly at my best friend), when I wrote this, so ...umm...yeah. That should explain it. Anyway, without further ado....
Reject
Her bouncy blonde hair swings with each step she takes, and she has a brilliant smile for everyone that crosses her path. Bright blue eyes sparkle and shine, and her teeth are perfectly white. Her clothes are always perfectly in style, and her hair is always perfectly fixed. Her make-up is flawless. Her complexion is to die for. Her figure is perfect. She's model beautiful, poised and elegant.
She's smart too. She gets straight A's, in all the hard classes too boot, and has never scored below the ninetieth percentile on any of the standardized test. Her teachers adore her, and she's even an EMT. An EMT, at the age of seventeen.
Everybody adores her--even her sister worships her. She's the most popular girl in school; she's a cheerleader for crying out loud. She's wonderful, sweet and caring and loving and kind. She's the friggin' homecoming queen, or she could be if she had "time" to do something that trivial.
She saves lives on a regular basis and doesn't break a sweat. She's delivered babies, she's held LIFE in her hands, and she keeps herself perfectly controlled all the time. She smiles and cracks joke with the rest of her life saving squad, but when a call comes in, she's all business.
She has a boy that is completely in love with her, and he's the king of her heart. So they can get married and have babies, and live the rest of their lives in perfect happiness, never once looking around at the horrible cold world that is the reality that the rest of use mere mortals live in.
She's perfect.
That's what she is. Perfect--perfectly sweet, perfectly dressed, perfectly accepted, perfectly perfect.
She's everything I'm not, and everything that I could never be.
I'm not perfect, far from it. Sometimes I laugh to loud, sometimes I get angry about stupid stuff, sometimes I'm nosy, sometimes I'm bossy, sometimes I'm just plain mean.
I'm not perfect, and I guess that it just got to much for her to handle. So, of course, I became something that I never thought I would become to her.
The reject.
She was my best friend, the best friend that I had ever had.
But I guess that didn't matter to her. I guess *I* didn't matter to her. I wasn't popular enough, I wasn't normal enough, I wasn't *enough*, that's the bottom line.
She looks through me now, like I'm not even there. I look away when she does it, fighting back the tears that burn beneath my eyelids like liquid fire.
Once upon a time, she was my friend. Once I mattered to her.
Now I'm just the invisible girl.
The freak.
The reject.