Golden waves poured down her shoulders

cascaded all he way to her back

she grabbed the bottle of hairspray then

spritzed it all over her hair

all this pretty hair

if only her personality was as beautiful as

she

holding her hairbrush in her hands

she passed it gently through

every strand of her hair

curving it at the ends

to give it a little flare

dark, dangerous and stormy

were the thoughts that ran

circles inside her head

but who could blame her when

even her story was the same?

"why is her hair like that?"

"why cant she dress properly"

"eew that skirt is so long"

she constantly picked on

the girl that sat in the back

but deep down

she knew that the girl whom she called a reject has everything

compared to her

Finally she managed to achieve

the perfect hairstyle for the

evening

her eyes glinted with pride

she imagined the look of awe

in their eyes

but that glint was replaced by

a glossy film of self consciousness

"would they like it?"

"is it too plain?"

"it would match with her dress"

"oh my god"

"there's only an hour"

shes gonna be okay.... right?

there she stood

her hair down her shoulders

sporting a look of uncertainty

on her pretty face

they would say she looked good

but was good enough?

was any compliment enough?

her reflection stared back

at her

her mind registered every error

that the was spat at her as she gazed

upon her vanity mirror