Let's pretend Betty was born ugly. Like, REALLY ugly. Now picture her point of view when she's 14 years old. Wait, I think I hear a voice in the audience! Oh, okay. Okay, that person wants to know why I wrote this. Okay, well, it's because there aren't enough stories about Betty. Alrighty, enjoy!
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Ugly Betty by XxDoCxX
God, I just hated this... I was so... Undesireable, as some would call it, but I would just call myself... Well... Ugly.
I was standing in the hallway of my school, Retroville High. I was a freshman now, but I was still invisible. Still me. I sighed, and opened my locker, only to let out another sigh as stinky cheese rained down on my new shirt.
A few guys were snickering off to the side, pointing and laughing. It was obviously them, because 1) They'd done this everyday since elementary school, and 2) one of them were holding a sign that said, "Look at Betty, I made her smell better with some rotten cheese!"
I sighed again and and brushed off the crumbling bits of cheese off of my chest. My tiny little chest.
"Hey, look, Betty's feeling if anything grew on her chest overnight!" I heard one of the guys roar. I sighed once again and picked up my backpack.
I turned to walk away, walk to my sanctuary, the library, but I ran into a wall of firm muscle. I had just ran into Nick Dean, the captain of the basketball team. And the football team. And the soccer team. And the tennis team. Alright, that's enough. We have to go onto where I talked so smoothly that Nick forgot I was ugly and kissed me.
No, actually, he just looked at me while I babbled. Babbled about nothing, basically.
"Uh... Heh... Ummm... Eh... Err..."
He looked at me like I was crazy, shrugged, and walked away. I sighed, hugging a book to my chest.
It was only later when I realized the book wasn't mine, but Nick's. I had apparently made him drop it, and instead of giving it back, I had clutched it to my chest for dear God.
Uh-oh.