Ugly Duckling
Disclaimer: I own nothing all characters are SM's. Why did that previous sentence sound dirty? Any way onward with the reading.
One Republic
"Stop & Stare"
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel...
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see
You know when they -whom ever they is- say "ugly ducklings soon become beautiful swans", well soon ain't coming soon enough for this duckling. To the world I will always be the ugly duckling. I have stringy dull brown hair, mud-colored eyes, and a stick figure body that know one would think twice on, and to add the cherry on top, complete and utter lack of confidence in myself. If you can't tell by my wonderful, self-deprecating tone, then note the sarcasm. I, Isabella Swan, have no womanly curves, no sparkling smile, hell I don't even have mediocre conversational skills, and lack all knowledge of social queues needed for high school. I have the uncanny knack, or gift if you will, of being able to fade into the background of any scene; this gift seems to have decided to take a vacation this morning and replace its self with clumsiness instead.
Forks High School has a student population of 300, and today I found the one person that hates my guts the most, Edward Cullen, to embarrass myself in front of. Making my way into the building, and trying to avoid being seen, I trip over a non-existent crack in the concrete, but before I can hit the ground, I bump into a wall...or so I thought.
"Watch where the hell you're going Ducky", a velvety voice yells at me as my bag hits the ground.
"I-I-I'm sorry" I stutter as I hurry to my locker keeping my head down.
"You're right, you are".He's voice following me. I can hear the snickers and whispers following me to my locker. Yeah aren't I just starting this day off right.
While switching books in my locker, I see my one and only friend, Angela Weber, coming towards me with a sympathetic look.
"What's up with you, it's a little early for clumsy Izzy to be here"? She said with a perfectly arched brow as we head to our first class together.
Huffing down into my appropriate seat in the back corner of the classroom with Ang next to me, "Well I must have subconsciously decided that being invisible with my self-loathing was not enough".
"Really Iz, what's going on"? She goaded me with a quizzical raised eyebrow. Yeah that's Ang for you. Her bullshit detector must be in working order today, but I still refuse to answer I love her but I just need quiet.
"How much longer do I have to endure the mediocre life of a high school peasant"? I mumble while lying my head on the desk; as Mr. Mason enters the room to begin his oh so interesting lecture on the relationship between Heathcliff and Catherine. Considering how I have read this assignment and already done the writing for it- did I not mention I was a nerd, add it to my many attributes -. I sit a stare out the window waiting for my life to start.
