To Love the Unloved

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Are you not loved the way you should? Well I understand your pain. People are loved all over the world, but why not me. I'll tell you why it's because............

Hello, my name is Elizabeth Wright. I am a fifteen year old girl that has always in her life been ugly. My face is too rounding. My nose too small. My eyes too round, and my mouth too perfect for my face. My mouth the only beautiful part of me. My mouth too perfect, too full, to plump, too beautiful. My mother was one of the most beautiful humans in the world, and my dad was the hottest guy of his generation. They said that I'll grow up to be as beautiful as my mom, but we all know that it is a lie.

Sometimes I dream of being beautiful and wake up crying because I'm not. Life is strange, Life is unfair and life is mean. There is one thing about life that most people take for granite and that is the nature. Nature is beautiful and that's why I love it. I don't feel ugly because everything there is beautiful. Everything is wonderful, and when you find someone with a love for that nature, sometimes your heart doesn't understand that you’re not beautiful.

One day I was out in my private pond. There is no one that knows about it except for me. In order to get there you have to go past the garbage dump, take a right at the junk yard, and cross the old muddy river, and you'll be there. Here in Georgia there is many wonderful places to go to, but you have to search for them. (Life is kind of strange. Like where to find the most exotic flower in the most deserted area. How you can start with ugly dirt and get an huge, great oak tree in its place. ) Once you've gotten to the pond your always want to want to go back. The pond is something where there are many animals running wild. Flowers growing where ever they please and people like me to think with ease. At the pond that day there was a boy. No, there was a hot boy. He was gorgeous he made me hate my face. He made me want to run and hide behind rock. Why I wondered, why don't I? I can't, I can't leave just yet. I want to know why he's here. There were now two people that know about this place, and one of may tell others (hint: I'm not going to)." No," something told me in my head. "No, he won't tell anyone, trust him".

How can I trust him? How can I trust anyone?

I thought to myself. "Watch him, Elizabeth. Watch how he notices every little thing around him. Notice how he smiles when a creature zooms by him. Watch how quiet he is. Watch how he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath of fresh pond air." And as I listen to myself think about everything he did, I began to feel myself drawn to him. I studied every little thing about him. I noticed and studied every freckle on his face, every curve of his smile, and how his posture is perfect at every angle. I noticed how he walked careful not to step on many flowers and how he had a certain type of glide to his walk. I noticed how his black hair fell over his swooped and framed his face, right above the eyes. And how his light brown eyes glistened in the sun when smiling.

Wow I thought to myself he's gorgeous. And I decided to trust him, but there was one question on my mind. Am I going to talk to him? Am I going to walk up to him right now or am I going to cower and watch him from afar a few more days. Yes I am going to watch him from afar. Yes, that seemed liked the plan, I'll watch him from afar, until I get enough courage to talk to him.

And from then on out I watch him everyday come to the pond. He came right after school and on the weekends. Sometimes he would draw, and other days he would bring his guitar out and play softly. However sometimes he would just lay down and watch the trees sway, or the birds glide. I had became so attached to him that I decided to follow him around school too. Most people would say "STOCKER" but to me it wasn't. To me it was protecting the pond. I now know every club he's in. What period is what, and know that he has the same lunch as me. I was madly in love with him, and I decided I had to at least talk to him to see if he would blow me off, or if he would talk to me.

It was the last day of school and I decided that this was the day I would confront him at the pond. I went and got my hair done, and got a facial. I plucked my eye brows to where they actually would fit my face, and waxed my lip. But most importantly I told my grandmother that I wanted a new dress and she said she would get one for me. (My grandmother spoils me and trust me she has the money to do so. She gives me anything that I want no matter what it is that I want.)

For my dress she picked out a cute sleeveless dress. It fitted my breast and belly to the tee, and faired out at the bottom. And did I mention it came to my knees. The dress was white with blue and yellow flowers, and had a big sash at the hips. I put my curly brown hair in a high ponytail and applied only mascara.

Right after school I went to the pond. I noticed his car parked on the grass about a mile away from the pond. Yes, I thought to myself he's here.

I walked to where I usually spied on him and fixed my dress. There I said, “You’re finally beautiful.” I walked to the edge of the forest and when I was about to step out I heard a strange giggle. What is that I wondered so I peered through the forest part? And there was what giggled. A girl about my age. She had long wavy blonde hair that moved and glistened as the sun showered it with its rays. She was wearing a baby blue tank top, with the shortest shorts I had ever seen. And that's not the worst part.

With her was the man I had been in love with. He had his shirt off and was kissing her roughly.

"No," I whispered and backed away from the forest. "No."


Submitted: March 25, 2010

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Summer Forever

This is sort of saddish :( I agree with her though. Life IS strange, unfair and mean.

Thu, March 25th, 2010 1:56am

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It is sad and that was the goal but trust me its going to get better but can't ruin anything so my lips are zipped (should be updated by March 26,2010 @7.00 PM

Thu, March 25th, 2010 4:05pm

Summer Forever

That was actually quite a powerful way to end it. There were a few spelling mistakes, I assume most of them were only typos.

I almost got myself hoping that everything would work out for her and the boy! Well, I guess it's not his fault...but still, a sad ending. Good job.

Sat, March 27th, 2010 3:03pm

LeahLovesYou

aww that was amazing. well done, my friend. well done. :)

Mon, March 29th, 2010 11:24pm

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