So... blah. Another Kiley story. fun.
Miley Stewart looked in the mirror. Tears rolled down her eyes.
Ugly.
Fat.
Worthless.
These were some of the things she thought whenever she looked into a mirror.
Back when the Stewart family lived in Crowley Corners, Miley didn't usually think about what people thought of her looks. It was the inside that counted.
But ever since they moved to California nearly 4 years ago, she began to think differently.
Seeing perfect, skinny, tan, blonde girls around her made her feel inadequate about herself.
It didn't help that her best friend, Kevin Lucas, was always teasing her about her looks.
As she thought about this, even more tears rolled down her cheeks.
He would never know that she was in love with him.
She ran to the door, locked it and slumped down onto the floor.
She grabbed the razor that was lying on the chair next to her. Her hands shook as she drew it to her wrist.
"Miley?" She heard a familiar voice and put down the razor on the floor. It was Kevin, outside the door.
As he knocked on the door and tried to open it, she picked up the razor again and slit her wrist.
Blood.
She leaned against the door and closed her eyes, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
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On the other side of the door, Kevin sat against the door, waiting for Miley to come out.
He wrapped his arms around his legs.
Please let her be okay. Please. He thought to himself and sighed.
He knew that Miley felt bad about her looks and he would always tease her, saying she looked horrible.
But that wasn't the truth at all.
The truth was, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
She was perfect.
Nothing could change that.
As he leaned his head against the door, he sighed.
She would never know he was in love with her.
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Peace out suckaz,
Sinead.