i r r e l e v a n t ... p e r f e c t i o n
-another moment gone-
Two-shot.
[Other shot-coming soon.]
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She wonders why it's always her that seems to get the short end of the wooden stick. It makes no sense why she's the one who's next to the best and upon the pedestal just not at the very top. It makes her question her own saneness sometimes. Is she insane? Does she have strange controlling manipulating powers to influence everyone around her?
Maybe.
It makes a grin spread across her pale milk-white face when he whispers in her ear, his eyes glued straight ahead to a hot mess that always ends up on the top while she, the wallflower, lay flat against the wall like the forgotten flower she is.
It's a dribble of a jumble of irrational words and often confused and mixed up of uncompleted phrases and a mix of insensitive globs and splashes of adjectives that just don't seem to paint the perfect picture anymore.
It makes her wonder.
What is perfect?
A mere aspect that many hopeless dreamers strive for, but in the end, land flat on their toned asses realizing with a sense of wavering dread that perfection is only a mirage that is meant for the dry, heated desert; and only the desert; not some common day life with the uncommon dreaming blonde or senseless, lost brunette.
It makes her wonder why she is second best.
--Such a simple concept that many of her peers question themselves. She's no epitome of a dreamer, let alone a dreamer that strives for that god forbidden word perfection.
She's no leader that controls and is the definition of witty.
She doesn't strut into rooms with her head held high with narrowed amber eyes and a model blank stare while many various heads turn and attentions perk and whispers enroll. She doesn't pose with a poised extravagant unintentional swiftness that seems to get every gaze to land upon her and her top designer dress and tamed locks of flaxen brunette curls of bounce.
She's no Massie Block.
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She's no beta that follows the top leader with a smirk plastered upon her lit up naturally tanned face. She doesn't hang by the flanks of her best friend who manages to steal every heart and every taken guy's attention.
She doesn't manage to run with the stolen hearts and quickly lose track of them and drop them like a deer caught in the headlights.
She's no natural beauty; she doesn't have waves of thick black mane that gleam under the brightly lit ballroom. She's no princess; that's a given. She doesn't have ruby red lips that pout and attract every male to stare at her model's body with a certain glance of pure lust.
She doesn't achieve and strive to be the best the way this Spanish beauty does. She doesn't reach for the stars or attempt to walk on water like God himself. She's not a goddess in her own simple fascinatingly different ways.
She's no Alicia Rivera.
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She's not a gorgeous blonde who's confident with herself and tosses her naturally stick straight hair behind her, glowing with rose colored cheeks and soft baby blue eyes.
-She not a girl who isn't afraid to voice her honest concerns and stress her conflicts that she is inflicted with due to her lack of control and self-esteem. She's not some girl who cakes her face with various designer makeup; a futile attempt to get heads to turn the way her best friend naturally does. She's not some girl to catch the eye of a sweet, minding boy with two different shaded eyes that hold the stars when she looks at her.
She isn't a girl who's comfortable in her own natural skin and careful words. She doesn't count her blessings and keep track of every boy she's been broken by and learn from it. She's not a naïve beauty who keeps coming back for more when it's clear he's gone off and is off to toy and rip some more delicate as a butterfly's wings heart.
She's no Claire Lyons.
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She's not some funky redhead that manages to be able to eat more than her own body weight and not gain an obvious ounce. She's not comfortable with her lame boisterous jokes that get every lip to lift and every stomach to hurt due from exceeding laughter.
She's not a girl who laughs like there's tomorrow and whines like it's the end of the world and yet, manages to get two dates to a elegant party that is infamous and extremely secretive.
She's not a girl who can get every single frowning peer to lift their frown upside down with a single breath taken and a few words given.
She's no Dylan Marvil.
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She's no blonde who can outrun just about everyone with a twist of her high pony tail that holds silk blonde; whooshing out from behind her as she outruns a dirty blond boy.
She's not a girl who can taunt a boy about beating them in a short match of soccer and whooping their butts after a long sweaty hot game of soccer. She's not a girl who can be just one of the guys with a simple bat of an eyelash and a bursting boom of laughter. She's not a girl who can manage to get straight A+'s and keep doing working at it like the apocalypse is yet to come.
She's not a brainy girl the way the other girl is. She doesn't hold a record for the most scored goals in a single soccer season; knocking the previous graduates from her school out of the picture with a single kick of her cleats.
She's not a girl that can manage to turn heads of all the boys on the soccer team with a twist of her pony tail and a flick of a soccer ball. She can't run the fastest she can and still look gorgeous and fluent like this girl.
She's no Kristen Gregory.
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Alas, she's the simple minded, the black and white viewing girl who has a stubborn reputation that can't be broken or toyed with. She herself is no member of the amber eyed pretty girl, or the Spanish princess, or the fair and honest blonde, or the joking that gets laughter out of everyone, or let alone the sporty blonde that manages to balance grades, sports, boys, and friends all in a single course of a semester.
She's just an ordinary wallflower who can't piece puzzles together with a flick of a finger or a blink of an eye. She can't do a lot of things but one thing she can definitely do is be herself; even if it is a mix of the infamous amber eyed girl or the Spanish pretty, or the blonde Orlando girl, or the humorous redhead or the spacious, smart and athletic blonde.
She's just plain old wallflower girl.
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Review.
-this was just a random drabble that makes no sense and has no meaning…really. I was just trying to imitate other writer's I've read and other fics I've enjoyed.-
As always,
-another moment gone-
PS: try to guess who 'wallflower girl' is…