If Only Love Existed
Bethany woke up from her alarm clock buzzing away, she yawned and rubbed her eyes. She got out of bed and walked to her closet, she looked through her clothes, nothing but jeans and pastel colored shirts. She grabbed her dark blue jeans out and a blue pastel shirt, got dressed, and put on her only pair of shoes that she would ever wear; black Chuck Taylor Converse. She went over to her mirror grabbed her hair brush and braided her waist-length, thick brown hair so it wouldn't bother anyone in school who sat behind her in class. She went into her bathroom and brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied a little mascara to her eyelashes. She looked into the mirror at her face; she was flawless, pore less. How come no boy ever told her she's pretty or ever liked her? Was it because she was a bookworm, quiet, shy girl and not like those girls boys are always hanging out with, those tall, tan, and flirty girls? Bethany sighed and turned away from the mirror, she grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs to get something to eat and walk to the bus stop, she picked out a PopTart and headed out the door. She got to the bus stop ten minutes early, she saw Randy Travis, the boy who always wore dark clothes, had black and white dyed hair that fell into his piercing green colored eyes, and listened to Metal, Punk, Goth, and Rock music really loud in his ears. Randy didn't really like anyone on the bus, the only person he talked to --rarely-- was Bethany.
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