Hana

One more boring day of my senior year of high school. As I used to be, everyone treated me as if I was a creepy-crawly and ignored me as if I had no feelings that could be hurt when I was bullied all the time. It was as if I had no feelings at all. With a sigh, I bite into a slice of pizza and pull my hair back into a bun so that no one can see how long it is. 

Making fun of me, something I got used to living with, wasn't part of suffering every day, but it made me lose concentration to study and have good grades. Ignorance at home and school, sitting all alone, was something unbearable.

I was given new insight into my predicament, and I do know the answer to the question that has been plaguing me for so long, but I didn't want to implement it. Perhaps there was no compelling reason for me to alter my behavior. I did it on purpose to draw the attention of both of my parents to myself in some way. to pay attention to my concerns regarding my grades and to pay attention to me as their child, but I did not receive any attention in return, so I decided to drop the issue. Until this guy pushed the button of competitiveness inside of me that had been lost deep inside of me, and I didn't think it would wake up again, I didn't think it would ever wake up again.

"Hana, I would really like for you to be my girlfriend." When I wasn't paying attention, I was sitting by myself and watching a soccer game in silence when out of the blue, Damien, the jock of the school, started talking to me and confused me with his words. I used to keep a close eye on him constantly. I had dreams about him, but I knew he was too far away for us to talk, and I was certain that I didn't have even a one percent chance of doing so.

He was undeniably the guy with the sign across his forehead 'No place for ugly girls.'

I was so shocked that I couldn't help but blink and open my mouth "Uh? Really! Me?" I thought I was imagining things when I pointed my finger to my face, but the sunlight hitting my eyes reassured me that I was not in the midst of a dream at the time. I pinched my cheeks to stop staring at him awkwardly and checking him out in an attempt to stop acting like a yearning whore.

I didn't even kiss a guy ever before! I've never been in a relationship before. Not to mention that I am virgin!

I've never been in a relationship before. Not to mention that I am virgin!

As my eyes swept over his dashing features, I said, "But, I thought you would never spot me."

He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face as he said, "How my eyes won't notice the ugliest girl at school!"

I got up from the bench and scratched the back of my throat. "Huh? What?" He left his soccer team to come to me in order to make fun of me and mock me.

He gave me an amused cocking of the head and then walked slowly around me while explaining, "Yes, and here's the deal: I am the most popular guy in school, and I am desired by every girl and every boy in this place. Therefore, I want you to act as though you are my girlfriend in order to drive everyone else away from me. I want to give all of my attention to my schoolwork."

I rubbed my ears and shook my head in confusion. "Huh! Do you want to have the ugly girl as your girlfriend so that you can get rid of them? This is very severe! Do you find me that ugly?" I was so amazed that I let out a gasp. I know I don't have a pretty face, but that doesn't mean I'm ugly. I'm just keeping myself simple, that's all.

He scratched his chin and then turned his attention to me. "Yes, but the transaction will result in a profit for you. You are going to become well-known, and everyone will take notice of you. You might have a chance to find a boyfriend after the next three months have passed and after I end our relationship with you, but only if you give yourself enough time."

I twisted my body around to face away from him. "I'm sorry, but I have to disagree." I annoyingly said, mumbling.

He made a shrugging motion with his shoulders, "To accommodate your wishes, every other girl will make every effort to be with me. But I saw how pitiful you are, and I thought that after those three months are up, maybe I will help you to be prettier, and maybe I will help you to dress better."

I gritted my teeth and gave him a puzzled look before asking, "Do you think that I am not capable of dressing well?" However, I am already aware of this. It was just his rudeness that caused him to spit in my face, and he didn't even have to do that.

He showed me a grin and a smirk while looking at me from head to toe "Well! To a person who is blind, it is patently obvious that you have a preference for dressed-up animals. nasty look."

I gave him a firm handshake while simultaneously raising an eyebrow, which caused the whites of his eyes to widen. "Okay, then we'll make a deal, but there's one catch!"

"You? Condition? Okay, say it "He mumbled something and rolled his eyes at her.

"Don't ever kiss me, and don't fall in love with me," I yelled out with complete assurance as the words came out of my mouth in a manner that was both profound and slow.

I said it in a commanding tone, then waited for his response. But what exactly should I anticipate from the school's most popular athlete in the end?!

He laughed in an obnoxious and hysterical manner.

"In all seriousness, hahaha, Is that how you currently feel? Don't be concerned. It is impossible for me to develop romantic feelings for a girl like you."

"We will see you, Mr. arrogant," I muttered under my breath while rolling my eyes. I tried to appear happy, but the truth is that his words cut deep into my soul. I'm a human being, for god sake! I possess a beating heart. I am able to cry. At the very least, I should have the right to be treated like a girl. I'm not asking for more.

I quickly grabbed my bag and retreated from him as I heard his voice. I didn't even bother to look back. We will meet Mr. haughty in person. Do you think it's impossible for me to be pretty? Do you seriously believe that I won't seize this opportunity when it presents itself? You have merely activated the competitive part of my brain; thank you for that.

I mentally muttered, "See you tomorrow, my boyfriend," as we parted ways for the night. I then walked to my vehicle and began the drive to the home I shared with my parents. Indeed, all of us here at this high school have a lot of money. Every one of these girls is made out of fake plastic. Yes, they have had plastic surgery, and all of their features are artificial. They also wear heavy makeup and dress in brand name clothing.

The question is, what about me? Why didn't I try to be like the other girls when they were growing up? Because my parents are at the top of their game in the field of fashion design, and they own their own brand! Strange, to be sure, but that was the one and only reason to be so ugly. Because of this, however, they pay attention to actors, models, businesses, and money, but not to me!

But now that I am Hana, I have made the decision to put myself in the spotlight and win everyone's heart over completely. Because those with good intentions ought to prevail in the end, and I will demonstrate that to be the case.

"Each and every girl is stunning in her own special way. She needs to locate the path in life that is tailor-made for her, the one that will cause her to shine brightly even in the shadows.