Dylan closed her eyes in an attempt to hide the tears. But it was no use. They kept slipping out and there was nothing she could do.

That was the problem. There was never anything she could do. She had to smile and make jokes to make then people she hated and fear smile and laugh. Of course that was all she had become just a joke. Just a silly little joke. And a fat one at that.

She knew her identity within the PC. It was Diet Girl and Joke Girl. In no way was that attractive. And Dylan knew that, after all she was just meant to be Massie's entourage. To be seen and then forgotten.

She wasn't an apha.

She wasn't a Spanish beauty.

She wasn't smart or sporty.

And she wasn't a sweetheart either.

It wasn't fair. What the hell was she other then the forgotten one?


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I know this is kinda similar to drabble I did before, but anyhow, there is no defense for that.

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