She heard murmurs as she walked from her locker into her first class. A guy walked past her and chuckled. She looked down hiding her face.

I'm such an idiot. She thought trying her best to hide her face with her hair.

Class was good accept for the fact that she accidentally overheard a couple of girls right behind her talking about her. They didn't show any effort to talk without her hearing them. They made sure she heard every single word.

She thinks she looks so pretty.

With a body like hers, she can't possibly rock shorts like those. I mean, look at those enormous thighs.

Her skin is so black. Ew.

She should consider getting online make up tutorials. She can't even put lipstick on, I mean she looks like a freaking zombie.

She played it cool, blocking out all of those voices. She told herself she wouldn't let them get to her.

But she knew, that deep down they already did.