She was not the skinniest girl in the school. In fact, there were those who would tell her that she is ugly, fat, and unattractive in anyway. Her not-quite-flat tummy was always annoying her. She wasn't fat or overweight, just not skinny. She had small but noticeable love handles that made shirts impossible to pick out.
She was the freak of nature, the tallest girl in her class for as long as she could remember. She was the one who was never called stupid, but anything you could call her not concerning her intelligence would sink into her, she would feel it more than you knew.
She thrived on the praise from teachers, and when she didn't get it, she went off and hid in a closet or classroom on the other side of the castle to cry. You never blinked an eye at her, and she felt it hard. When she told you that you were her everything, you were so confused, you didn't know what to say. She felt pushed away, dead inside. Then you started dating her best friend, the girl she told everything to, even tell about you. The best friend must have been worth it. She has a darker personality, but bigger breasts, a flatter stomach. The friend is shallow. The friend doesn't care what she wants, the friend just wants to be happy, the selfish whore.
The friend tells her that if there were any chance that he would go with her if the friend left him, the friend would break up with him. She sees right through the friend.
If he hadn't come along, she would have had no more will to live. He is the best friend now.