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Unpretty (Part 1)

Hey, this Kaylah and I just thought of a new story so I hope you like it. It kind of 
just popped into my head. Btw: if you have any comments about the story please 
post them. Thanks :)

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Hello my name is Star Carnelia. Pretty name right? Well, I just wish I was as 
pretty as my name. I'm 14 and, well I guess you can say, I'm very shy and have 
low self-esteem. Life isn't easy for a girl like me.

Dear Diary,

*Sigh* Why me?...Why am I so ugly? Why can't I be beautiful like 
my mother or sister? ...Well the annual Red and White ball is tomorrow and as 
usual, I have no date. Well I guess I just won't go. Yeah, I'll just stay home. 
Well I'm tired now so we'll see how tomorrow goes.

Sincerely, Star..

*That Morning*

Mom: *yelling from downstairs* Star! It's time for breakfast! 
Me: Ok mom! I'll be down in a second!

I ran and picked out an outfit. My favorite blue Hollister shirt with matching jogging pants. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and combed my hair.
Oh, let me describe how I look:

Eyes: Green
Hair: Wavy and curly (long) (brown)
Ethnicity: Hatian and Nigerian
Skin:Light
Body: Thick (not fat)

I walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

Me: Good morning everyone.
Everyone: Good morning.
Mom: So, today's the big day!
Me: What are you talking about? 
Mom: Today is the Red and White Ball.
Me: Oh, yeah, that thing. It's not a big deal.
Jenna (my sis): You don't have a date, do you? 
Me: Nope.
Zaryian (my bro): You're so lonely.
Me: Shut up!
Mom: Don't say that to your brother.
Me: Sorry. Look, that dance is stupid anyways so I don't mind not having a date.
Jenna: *Sigh* You know it's killing you inside.
Me: Whatever, I got to go now. Bye mom *gets up, puts dish in sink, kisses 
mom cheek, and runs out the house*

I ran until I finally reached the bus stop. That's where my miserable days usually 
begin.

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Well that was Part 1. I hope you liked it. I'll be posting the next part when I get 
7+ votes. Thanks for reading!  :)
 â?¢Kaylahâ?¢

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