a school assignment gotta say sorta proud of it :)

Emily lyes in bed not wanting to open her eyes she knows what she’ll see and she doesn’t want to see it she sees it every morning every evening she knows she’ll never get away from it. She opens her eyes and gets out of bed. Dresses in her best cloths the ones that every one ether has or wants. Puts on her makeup the way every one does. Does her hair up in the latest way. Then faces it. She sees it the mirror always mocking her never giving her the reflection she hoped for.

And she does this every day gets up puts on her cookie cutter cloths loads on buckets of makeup sprays her hair gels her hair moose’s her hair does whatever is needed to get that look that everyone wants. She walks to school and the guys honk as they drive by. Girls give that jealous look and those whispers that are supposed to make her feel pretty. She walks in the doors and it’s like something from an old cinema. Were one girl walks in hair flowing and smiling and all the guys turn to look. Her friends pull up besides her and join in her fake confidence. They stride down the halls and a wave of brain washing ideals flow thru all the young girls minds. Everyone thinks she’s the picture of happiness the goal they need to strive to get to. Mean while Emily herself doesn’t think she’s made it to her own goals. Little do these girls know there is no goal there is know as soon as I get this number on a scale I’ll be happy.

After making her daily appearance in the halls she heads to the bathroom to make sure her fake eye lashes are still in place her perfectly plucked eye brows are all in a row her clothes aren’t wrinkled her makeup didn’t smudge and that she’s still her perfectly fake self. She looks in the mirror for a long time staring at her pores at her pimples at her crocked nose. And all the imperfections of herself she sighs and adds one more fake thing to her face... a smile.

The school bell rings Emily talks and giggles with her friends as she walks out the doors they all get on the bus and Emily remembers that she forgot her cell phone in her locker and runs to get it. “Make sure the bus driver doesn’t leave without me” she says to her friends as she runs inside. After rummaging thru her locker she finds it and runs outside only to find her bus gone. Emily looks up at the sky the clouds are an ugly gray color. She calls her dad but gets the message machine and tells her dad to pick her up as she heads home. As she walks home it starts to rain and Emily fights to keep her sliding makeup in place and her hair upright. She wipes a little makeup here and tugs on her hair there and her arms are getting sore. Her finial lets her hair fall out of place and her makeup run off. She starts crying and for reasons unknown to her praying asking God why he made her so ugly why she has to put on all this makeup to get any attention. As she prays and walks in the rain pouring out her heart to God Gods telling her over and over you’re beautiful this is how I want you this is how you were created to be. Just then her dad pulls up beside her and she gets in soaking wet. Her dad says “wow you look a mess!” jokingly Emily pulls down the visitor and looks in the mirror.  “No I look beautiful and this is how I was created to be” she says as she flips the mirror. And for the first time in a long time she smiled a real smile.