There was a girl who lay closed off to the world, dreaming of a time where she won’t be terrorized and tormented each and every day about her jet-black hair or large brown muddy eyes. She just wanted to be them. They were gorgeous with beautiful hair and gorgeous eyes. One of a kind. Even if they persisted in bullying so many, they were ruthless and confident; they had what she wished for: friends, a boyfriend and – most of all – popularity.
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I had just gotten out of 3rd period when my teacher called me over. I had been dreading this moment since I woke up.
“Your grades have been dropping for a while now, and I wanted to know if I should be worried about you.” Little did my teacher know what my life was becoming.
“I’m fine. Can I leave now?” I didn’t wait for a response. I rushed out of that room faster than the speed of light. I will certainly not ever open up to a teacher.
When I got home, I opened up my phone. No new messages. My mom used to ask me about my day. Sometimes I forget what happened. I quickly send a whole paragraph about my day but by the end of it I was in tears knowing she will never read it.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder what my perfect life would be. At that moment a bright yellow ball shot across the night sky. “I want to be them.”
I woke up the next morning as restless and tired as the last. As I got up, I felt different. Something’s not right. I looked around. Where was I? I looked in the mirror and let out a tiny yelp. A tall blonde girl with broad shoulders and perfect hips stood there staring back at me. I was standing in the room of Kayla Bartel, the most popular girl in the whole school. This was real, though.
I quickly got ready and put on the cutest outfit I could find, a blue blazer with a plaid skirt and a basic white top and ran out the door to Kayla’s roof less jeep. Everyone knew about it since it was brand new, and her parents splurged and got her and her sister new ones for Christmas. I have never driven something so clean and picturesque such as this.
I eventually made it to school and was greeted by a paparazzi of girls asking me where my outfit was from or if I wanted to hang out later. I got to Kayla’s locker and was surprised by her boyfriend Jess with his exquisite blue eyes were standing there waiting for me with a decked-out locker next to him. It read prom in bubble letters with flowers and chocolates in his hand. Oh my god he was asking me to prom. I have never been asked out before. I quickly hugged him. Whilst my cheeks flushed, I screamed, YES! Even though this wasn’t my world I couldn’t help but be overcome with so many emotions. I loved it.
The day flew by with a whirlwind of people actually talking to me. By the time I got out of my last period, Kayla’s best friend Zoey was in my car waiting for me. I was always jealous of Zoey with her long brunette hair and perfect body. Confused though, I asked what she was doing.
“We were supposed to hang out today.”
I panicked. I had already made plans with some of the girls this morning. “I kind of already made plans, sorry.”
She did not like that response. “We have been planning to hang out for weeks. You always blow me off. The popularity and boyfriend are getting to your head. I’m done.” I stood there in shock as she got out of the car and stormed off. I blew off the other girls and went straight home.
I woke up the next morning just like the last. I rushed to get ready so I could find Zoey and apologize. When I got to school, I couldn’t find her in time for 1st period, so I planned on finding her after school. Before I left to find Zoey, I saw my boyfriend and Clark, his best friend, chatting. I heard my name. They were talking about prom. Oh No! “I really don’t know why I asked her. She forgot about our date last night.” Not again. I’ve only been here 2 days, and I already hated it. “I think I’m going to blow her off on prom night because I would feel too guilty breaking it off now.” I couldn’t help but let out a tear, and then before I knew it, I was drowning myself in them. They turned the corner and saw me standing there like a deer in headlights. They tried to apologize, but it was too late. I ran as fast as I could. I wondered how someone so wonderful could be surrounded by such discourteous people. What you give is what you get.
I did not want to be them anymore. Kayla’s life was rougher than mine. I always saw her as a rude and spoiled brat. She had everything I wanted, yet I felt so empty inside. At that moment a bright yellow ball shot across the night sky. “I want to be me.”
Never did I think something like this could ever happen. Yet here I was once again standing in the middle of the Kayla Bartel’s room wondering where I went wrong. I begged the night sky to undo it and give me my life back. I was now thankful for what I had and could not imagine anything more. “I want life to be how it used to be.”
As I drifted off to sleep that night, I was overcome with emotions not knowing what I would do if this didn’t work.
Then I woke up.