Am I Pretty?

I took a deep breath as I made my way down the hall to my locker. I knew that Max would be at his locker, the one on the right of mine. Today was the day. I would finally tell him how I felt. I was on love. But I wouldn't tell him that. Not unless I really really had to. I dropt my books as someone bumpt into me.

I quickly gathered up my books, hoping nobody saw that. I continued down the hall at a quicker pace. I saw Max walking this way. I stepped in his path so he would have to talk to me.  "Hi Max." I said with a smile. He politely returned the smile and started to walk away. I grabbed his arm.

"Can I talk to you, alone?" I asked him. "Uh, sure." We walked up the hall a little ways until no one was within ear shot. "I want to tell you something." I said, looking down at the floor and blushing slightly. "What?"

"Well, I.. I.. like you alot." I stared at my feet waiting for a response. I got one, but not what I was hoping for. He laughed. He actually laughed. I looked back up on disbelief. "I don't like you that way." He said still chuckling. At first I couldn't say anything. I finally was able to make a word come out.

"Why?" I asked, almost whispered. He smiled, almost smirked. "I'll tell you later." He said and walked off.

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For weeks I asked Max why he didn't like me. I finally got fed up with his usual answer 'I'll tell you later.' One day I approached him. "Tell me right now why you don't like me!" I almost screamed. He laughed, as usual.

"Alright, fine. Do you really want to know?" He taunted. "YES!" I screamed again. And the joking and teasing face I had seen every time I had seen him dissappered. A dark and angry face replaced it. I knew then and there that he wasn't the person I thought he was. But I still loved him...

"Your ugly. Your not even close to pretty. You may be nice, but I don't even see the point in dating you if your not pretty." I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "But...I....I...I" I studdered. "You know what, just shut up and leave me alone."

So I ran down the hall of the school without saying one word. Tears were streaming down my face. At least the school day was over and no one was here to see me like this. I cried and cried there all alone. For minutes, hours? I'm not sure. I eventually got up and went home. My mom wasn't home so I would call her, just to let her know I was home.

"Hello?" my mom answered. "Hi mom." I tried to make my voice cheery. "Oh good, your home. I won't be home tonight sweet heart. I'm not even in our state yet. I have to go. I love you sweety." I smiled slightly. At least someone loved me. "I love you to mom. I just want you to know that you are the best mom in the world and I really do love you."

I could almost see her smiling that large toothy smile of her's. "Thank you sweety. I'll see you as soon as I can. Bye bye." I put the phone down. Good my mom wouldn't be home. I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. "I'm not pretty?" I asked myself. I went into my room and got my cell phone.

I had to make a call. I looked through my contacts and found the one who I was looking for. I pressed send and waited for him to pick up. Finally I heard a "Hello?" 

"Hello Max." I said

MAX

"What do you want?" I asked. This girl just never gave up. "I was just wondering if you would please come over to my house?" I almost laughed. Maybe I should. I was pretty mean to the girl. Why not humor her.

"Sure. Fine." I said. Maybe after I did she would leave me alone. "Okay, you know where it is right. You came for that christmas party with your mom." More like forced to go with my freaking step mom.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there." I hung up the phone and went to grap my car keys. Her house was about six miles away so it took me a little while to get there. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. Again no answer. This was her house. I recognized her car in the driveway. The door was open so I went in.

"Sara?!" I called. No answer. But I could hear something. It sounded like running water. I walked down the hall and found it was flooded. She must have turned her bath on and forgot to turn it off. I knocked on the door. What was with her and not answering when I knock. I opened the door. The bathroom was flooded.

I walked over to the bathtub and looked in. I screamed at what I saw. the water was tinted with red. Sara lay underneath the water with cuts all over her face, neck, and wrists. I was going to run and call 911, when I saw the mirror. There was words written in blood that read, AM I PRETTY NOW?

I screamed even louder, and dropt to my knees. Only now did I realize... I was in love with her.

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