A/N: So my friend and I were singing the song after school today and I was thinking, and it's SO Cho! I adore her, but so many people think she's Miss Perfect. So I had to write this. (Rather than Fleur.) I know I've been doing a ton of drabbles lately, but they are SO fun!

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Disclaimer: I happen to be JKR's little sister, Lola. I was abandoned at birth. She doesn't know it, though, so I have to be a poor little fanfic author till she finds me. You can PM me (or review!) for my whole life story. ;)


Life is Plastic

I'm a Barbie girl,

in a Barbie world.

Life is plastic…


Cho Chang: When people think the name, they think perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect skin; Miss Perfect.

Do they know?

Can they tell, that beneath the surface, she is a normal teenage girl, cursed with good looks?

Perhaps they think her lucky.

Jealousy can be a factor.

And so people befriend her for her looks, for her smiles, for her skill with the opposite sex.

(They only see the outside.)

None can see through the façade, through the mask.

(But that is their fault.)

She tries not to blame them.

She really does.

But when life is plastic, it's hard to put the blame on herself.

She wishes that they would just ignore her, pretend she is invisible.

But they don't, and she has to pretend.

(So she pretends to be invincible.)

Never has she met anyone who understands.

But then she meets Cedric, and everything changes.

It all goes so fast—she is on Cloud Nine the entire time.

(She almost doesn't feel badly when Harry asks her to the Yule Ball. She is too happy.)

She and Cedric dance the night away, and she doesn't mind the envious stares for one night.

This time, it's not because she's beautiful. It's because Cedric is her other half, but they do not understand.

(She does not mind, that they don't understand. She does not expect them to.)

But then he is gone, in the blink of an eye, and she is broken.

(Her other half is gone.)

Cho "Miss Perfect" Chang is quite obviously imperfect now.

She cries and cries and cries, and her looks disappear.

The rest of the year, the plastic is shattered around her like glass, and she is alone again.


Life is plastic…

It's fantastic?