A Short Story

A Short Story

Short red hair, plain grey eyes, five foot four, not curvy, and no breasts to speak of. That was the description that my mother gave to her friends.

“She’s not like Lauren at all. She’s just beauty challenged. I love her, but she’ll never be like me.”

My mother was drop dead beautiful. Her hair was long and auburn, not ugly, short, and red. Her eyes were striking blue. She had amazing curves, and was at least a D. She’s right, I will never be like her. I never wanted it to be this way.

Lauren, my sister, obviously inherited my mother’s beauty. She had long, wavy, blonde hair. Her eyes were bluer than my mother’s. And she had the best body imaginable. And I could never look like that. She was beautiful.

So lived in the background. Sure, I was smart, talented, and nice. But it didn’t matter. I wasn’t pretty and that was all that mattered.

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“A dance?”

“What? A Dance?”

“Is it going to be chaperoned?”

Those were the questions going around the school. We were going to have a dance. The first in 25 years. However, there was a catch. You had to have a date. This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t beauty challenged like me.

So I wouldn’t be going to the dance. That’s OK. Me and Alyssa (my BFF) would hang together the night of the dance. Alyssa was pretty but not beautiful. She had straight, black hair, grey eyes, and wore a C-cup.

A week from the dance I was looking for movies to watch with Alyssa when she shot me a text.

Hey

Whats up?

I have news!!

OOOH!! What is it?!?!?!

I GOT A DATE!!!!!

what

I thought you would be happier:(

I’m sorry but we were going to hang together:(

I know but im sorry i just want to go to the dance

I know im sorry have fun

It was the day of the dance. And I was alone. I was walking through the school, and not paying attention, when I walked right into someone.

“Oof.”

“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn’t notice you there.”

It was Tommy Carter. He was one of the nicest looking guys in all of the school.

“It’s OK. Seriously.Actually I'm glad I ran into you, I was wondering, do you have a date to the dance?”

“Me. No. Why?”

“I was just wondering.”

“Oh.”

We started going are different ways, when,

“Carrie, will you go to the dance with me?”

“Me? Seriously? I mean, yes of course!”

And they all lived happily ever after...