She looked in the mirror and thought about that one guy. The guy who always smiled her way. The only person every to admire her features. Was there not a single way to ask him? ask him that one simple question? DOES HE LOVE ME!!!! the day had come...
She was ready.
Her entrance was stunning; a slight catwalk into the classroom led by a swift movement of removing her bag's shoulder strap. She waltzed between the desk and made her way to the front of the room. She double checked herself and a burst of confidence ran through her. I AM BEAUTIFUL! I AM PRETTY! I FEEL PRETTY!

her smile faded as the answer became clear...no.
He said no.

She ran home, not even calling her parents, not even being dismissed. She was ditching that rusty old school forever. How could he have denied her love. She was no longer pretty...

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Until now, she'd never thought of herself as pretty.
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