The Meaning of Beautiful
By: Gypsy Tollamer
Quatre Winner sat on his bed in his bed flipping through some fashion magazines of his mom's. All the models were so pretty and thin. Quatre stood up adn looked in his full length mirror. all he saw was his round cherubic face and his love handles. His ex-boyfriend Zechs had told him. Thin was beautiful... Quatre wished he could be thin.. He stared again and imagined him self without his baby fat. He would sleek and graceful like a swan and everybody would think he was beautiful.
"Quatre?" his mother asked. "come on out for dinner baby."
Dinner. Who wanted Dinner? Dinner at the Winner house was always a pain. They ahd 4 courses and no one was aloud to leave the table until Father said it was okay. He was one of 6 children. He had 5 sisters. 4 older and 1 younger. His sister Iria was the oldest followed by Hilde, Kiki, and Julianna. He had a little sister Relena was 4. He got up and went down stairs. There was another person at the table. Iria's fiance Abdul.
"Hey, Kitty Cat." he said as Quatre sat down across the table from him.
"Hello Abdul." he said. The servents then came in with the salads. Iria and Hilde both reached for the French Dressing.
"hands off. I had it first." Hilde said.
"No way! I was born first so I grabbed the dressing before you becuase I ate salad before you!" Iria said.
'Girls, please." Joanna Winner said. "Not in front of company."
'Don't worry about it Mrs. Winner. My older brother; Rashid and I fight all the time. Except we just beat each other up and get it over with." he said laughing.
"I almost feel Sorry for Quatre, never having older brothers." Kiki said.
"Bwother!" Relena yelled.
"Hush, honey." Mrs. Winner said putting a tiny peice of tomatoe in Relena's mouth.
'It's alright. I get beat up enough by you 4!" Quatre said picking at his salad. "By the way, Mom can you pass the low fat dressing?"
'Low Fat?" Julie asked. 'Yech!"
I wish there was no fat. because I can't be fat. I wanna be beautful like those models. please, Allah let me be beautful!
By: Gypsy Tollamer
Quatre Winner sat on his bed in his bed flipping through some fashion magazines of his mom's. All the models were so pretty and thin. Quatre stood up adn looked in his full length mirror. all he saw was his round cherubic face and his love handles. His ex-boyfriend Zechs had told him. Thin was beautiful... Quatre wished he could be thin.. He stared again and imagined him self without his baby fat. He would sleek and graceful like a swan and everybody would think he was beautiful.
"Quatre?" his mother asked. "come on out for dinner baby."
Dinner. Who wanted Dinner? Dinner at the Winner house was always a pain. They ahd 4 courses and no one was aloud to leave the table until Father said it was okay. He was one of 6 children. He had 5 sisters. 4 older and 1 younger. His sister Iria was the oldest followed by Hilde, Kiki, and Julianna. He had a little sister Relena was 4. He got up and went down stairs. There was another person at the table. Iria's fiance Abdul.
"Hey, Kitty Cat." he said as Quatre sat down across the table from him.
"Hello Abdul." he said. The servents then came in with the salads. Iria and Hilde both reached for the French Dressing.
"hands off. I had it first." Hilde said.
"No way! I was born first so I grabbed the dressing before you becuase I ate salad before you!" Iria said.
'Girls, please." Joanna Winner said. "Not in front of company."
'Don't worry about it Mrs. Winner. My older brother; Rashid and I fight all the time. Except we just beat each other up and get it over with." he said laughing.
"I almost feel Sorry for Quatre, never having older brothers." Kiki said.
"Bwother!" Relena yelled.
"Hush, honey." Mrs. Winner said putting a tiny peice of tomatoe in Relena's mouth.
'It's alright. I get beat up enough by you 4!" Quatre said picking at his salad. "By the way, Mom can you pass the low fat dressing?"
'Low Fat?" Julie asked. 'Yech!"
I wish there was no fat. because I can't be fat. I wanna be beautful like those models. please, Allah let me be beautful!