The day started out well enough. Actually, better than well enough. I woke up early and showered, practicing in my mind what I would say when/if Dillon asked me to prom. Jemma came over to help me do my makeup and hair. The one thing I actually like about my appearance is my hair. It's long, thick, and shiny, and I take pride in it because it's the only thing that's beautiful about me. I try not to scowl at Jemma, with her perfect size one jeans and white off the shoulder crop top that exposes her slender collarbones and washboard stomach. If I wore that top, I'd look  like this:

    Grand indeed. Jemma hums quietly to herself as she curls my hair.

    "Kim, I know I've told you this a million times but...he's not worth it. And it was just a rumor, I'm really not sure if he'll ask you."

    "Jemma, Jemma, Jemma. I appreciate your concern, but I am pretty sure he will. I got confirmation from a reliable source. "

    Her perfectly structured eyebrows arched up. "Oh yeah?"

    "Oh yeah." Ok so Luka suggesting that today would be better wasn't a confirmation. But it might as well be. I can already see it- the jealous look on Cara's face as he asks me in front of everyone. The awe and the respect I'd get from all the other girls. At prom, he'd help me out of the limo, and I will link my arm around his rock hard biceps and walk smoothly, not making eye contact with any peasants.

After this, my social status will be very different. Maybe I'll be invited to one of Dillon's house parties that he has every month. I desperately want to go, but I've never been invited. Heck even Luka is not invited to those, even though he lives there. Whenever there is a house party, he brings his cats over to my house for a kitty play date, and we have a pizza eating contest.

We found the four cats in a box by the creek two years ago,where they were abandoned as kittens. I took Captain Americat and Lokitty while Luka took The Incredible Hulkat and Nick Furry.

    "All done!" Said Jemma, beaming. "Now we have to find something for you to wear."

    She had barely finished her sentence when a series of intricately woven knots formed in my stomach. Clothes. I don't look good in clothes. I mean, I look even worse without them but let's not go there. Jemma strode over to my closet and opened it, revealing stacks on stacks of dark sweats, hoodies, and graphic t shirts.

    "Kim, do you have anything that's not black, white, or grey?"

    "You're not looking close enough. I have things that are black, white AND grey."

    We move on to my mom's walk in closet, which any other teen girl would salivate over. My mom has impeccable style, and she is super petite. Designer jeans (size freaking zero seriously why), classic bags, rows of Jimmy Choos and Loubutins, and much much more. Her accessories are all displayed in a custom made island in the middle. Mama Kim doesn't mind us coming here, especially Jemma. She loves dressing Jemma up, like the daughter she wanted. When I was little, I remember playing with one of her vintage Chanel purses and attempting to walk in a pair of towering Valentino heels, while my mom laughed and held my hand.

"When we found out we were having a girl, I was so thrilled. I wanted to give you al the pretty thing I never had while I was growing up poor in Korea. One day, all these bags and shoes will be yours. I buy things that are classic and timeless so that I can pass them on to you."

A look inside mama Kim's closet:

Well I turned out a bit differently than she had hoped. First of all, I'm fat, and I'm not really impressed by material goods all that much. In this shallow town, it's the norm. You can't walk into a grocery store at 11 pm and not see women in four inch heels and a full face of makeup. I mean looking good is great and all, but I highly doubt frozen peas care if your eyeliner is on fleek. I would be surprised if I found someone who can define the word "hoodie."

Anyway, sob story aside, I needed something to wear today. I need to look good today. Well maybe not good, but good enough considering its me. Jemma pulls out an asymmetrical black dress, which is a couple sizes too small.

"Um, no."

She then goes for a really soft cardigan which I cannot refuse. Finally. I mean it's not a perfect fit but close enough. After some intense scavenging, we find my mom's old maternity jeans, which are still annoyingly stylish. Ok so jeans, not exactly dressing up, but it kind of is for me. Jemma and I share a shoe size, so she'd brought over her sandal collection but I decided to take baby steps and wore my comfortable ratty vans instead.

Jemma put the finishing touches on my mascara, and stepped back.

"Kim you're so pretty."

A lump formed in my throat. It's not true, I'm not pretty. I wish I was, but I'll never be pretty. And Jemma looks so proud of me right now, and no no tears. Please no.

"No matter what happens today, you'll always be my best friend," she adds. "And please get those tears back in your eyes, you're going to ruin my hard work!"
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As always, we walk to school. As we stepped out of the house, Jemma gasped. "It's Luka!!" She whispered, clutching my arm.

"Uh yeah... he's only lived next door to me ever since we were born."

"But doesn't Dillon have a car? Why doesn't he drive Luka to school as well?"

"Dillon likes to get to school early Jemma. And maybe Luka likes walking."

"Sure, you keep telling yourself that. I still think he's a massive...."

"Morning ladies!" Said Luka brightly, breaking off what was sure to be another epic Jemma rant. "Oh wow, Kim, you look beautiful. I mean you always do but, what's the occasion?"

"Oh nothing I just felt like dressing up."

Jemma has been suspiciously quiet for the last couple of seconds, which is so unlike her. Luka grinned at her.

"Hey Jemma, how's it going?"

Jemma looked frozen, then she burst into a very un-Jemma like giggle. And that was all he got out of her. Until we reached the school, he and I complained to each other about school lunches, and school in general. But I couldn't shake off my nerves, no matter how hard I tried.

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