I'm an alien.
Okay, so I'm not your average plastic green skinned, large dark eyed alien.
Why can't I have what everyone has?
I am too skinny. I am too tall. My teeth are crooked. I have two left feet.
I have no athletic ability whatsoever. Wind is more athletic than I am. Because of my slim and tall physique, I was encouraged to try out for the Girls' Basketball Team. Even the sweat pouring down the girls was faster than me.
Some girls vie to lose weight but I want to gain it. My jaw dropped to the floor when the scale read just 90 pounds. I am not anorexic, I was cursed with the gift of good metabolism. I can scarf down steak and ribs and I won't gain any weight. None. I am always envious when I stare into a plate of ribs, or a nice juicy steak. It's not fair. Even animals are leaner than I am. Then a shocking realization hits me -- I am always going to be deathly skinny.
I consistently try to cover my body by wearing baggy clothes. I don't want anyone to notice my skeletal figure because at my school, the nurse will call you as fast as the eating disorder rumors start spreading. I dislike having people stare at me because I hate feeling more of an oddball than I already am. I know I don't wear the latest trends . . . nothing about me is 'latest' or 'new'. I mean, my shoes are at least 3 years-old because my feet don't grow. They have rubber soles that squeak whenever it rains . . . I feel like a mouse. They are muddy, the laces are torn and old. Just like me, I feel old and I will always feel this way because I hate change.
I'm the girl with the hidden smile. I was born with crooked teeth and I began wearing braces when I entered high school. The doctor and my parents assure me that it's only temporary. But to me, four years is forever. Four years is equivalent to high school and we all know that high school lasts forever, especially if you're like me. My yearbook picture will always show me smirking -- and I have an terrible smirk. My lips curve down as if I'm frowning and my tooth sticks out a little bit. I look like a beaver that has a piece of bark in it's mouth. In my case the shred of bark is my braces. I will never be able to smile.
You won't see pictures of me anywhere else in the yearbook either. I'm not in any clubs and I never go to any events. But then again, my school doesn't have anything I really like. All my school holds are dances. Despite my mother's tremendous encouragement for me to be social, I have a small problem. I. CAN'T. DANCE. When I start 'grooving' to the beat, the top half of my body is never in sync with the bottom half of my body. I look like an coordinated worm. I am going to be shy forever.
I am an outcast. I am clumsy. I wear a mask. I live in my clothes.
There is no hope for me because I will always Holly Seele, the ugly ducking.
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Author's Note: Holly "Seele", keep an eye on that fictional name.
