By the time the school day was over, Joanne had wished she could have disappeared at least a million times. She didn't like all the extra attention her new look was getting, and even worse, she must have really looked dumb in Roy's eyes. She felt like such a klutz!
When she got home, she locked herself in her room and flopped down on her bed. She couldn't wait to wash all that guck off her face and putting on something else. She was beginning to hate her new look even more than she had disliked her old one. At least the old one was her.
She stod up from her bed and looked in the mirror ."Oh Joanne! Look how awful you look! Nothing like Tessie! You could never be Tessie, after all!" She began dabbing off her lipstick.
She was tired of feeling so bitter and mean and selfish! Maybe she should give up on Roy! If he liked Tessie, she'd have to get used to it. Every boy did, anyways! She was just too plain! She'd never even gone out with the class nerd.
She flopped back on her bed, watching in the mirror as her mascara ran. "Oh Roy! I'm giving up on you! I'll never have you!"
Joanne didn't know why she did, but she wore the make-up to school, again. Thankfully, she didn't receive quite the same reaction as before. In fact, she wore her new look all week, and the comments quickly began to dwindle away.
Sadly, though, it wasn't working it's magic on Roy. Maybe Joanne was right to have given up on him. But deep down, she knew she couldn't and wouldn't give up on Roy.
Monday morning, she was at her locker getting out her books when she heard Roy talking to a friend. Beau Geraldson, Roy's best friend, had a locker just a few away from Joanne's. She listened in, though trying to go unnoticed.
Roy spoke first. "So. What do you think of Joanne's new look?"
"Eh, it's okay. But I think she's wishin' she was someone else."
"Yeah..." Roy sounded concerned. "I kinda liked the old Joanne, better."
Joanne stopped what she was doing, her eyes wide. Had she heard him wrong? No, she couldn't have!
She grabbed her books and rushed down the hall. "Oh, I'll never have to wear this awful stuff again!" She cheered. "Roy likes me best the way I am! Oh! I need to talk to Flo!" She scurried down the hall, bursting with joy about the good news.
