She opened her locker, catching her reflection in the small oval
mirror; pouty red lips, bright blue eyes, clear skin, a tight, thin body and
long blonde hair. She was the definition
of perfection.
"Hey beautiful, how 'bout you come to the dance with
me?"
Closing her locker she stared at the face of Ryan, the
quarterback stud.
"I'd love to Ryan, but wouldn't you rather go with
Ashlyn?"
"She's a dog; you blow her out of the water,
babe."
"Yo, Lard-butt Lillian, you better wake up before PETA
thinks you're a beached whale and comes to save you," yelled Ashlyn,
making Ryan laugh.
The harsh words snapped Lillian back to reality. She'd been day dreaming again.
