I lay awake in my bed. The moon shone though my window. All day I had been thinking about the conversation in the car. Maybe mom was right. I was miserable like this. Maybe I needed some friends. Maybe even a boyfriend. I scoffed at the thought. Easier said than done. I couldn't just become the girl that I had always wanted to be. That mom had always wanted me to be. How could I just magically become pretty and popular. That just wasn't possible. But maybe Lucas was.
I opened my eyes to see the morning sun. Ugh, I hated mornings. For me, mornings meant getting out of bed—which no one likes—and looking at the beast I had turned into during the night. Mornings meant school, and any extra homework that I hadn't finished. They also meant struggling to comb the knots out of my long, black hair, and trying to moisturize my olive skin. Somehow, I made my way down the stairs to breakfast. Mom was sitting at the table working with a cup of coffee in her hand. The bags under her eyes told me today was a good day to make my own breakfast. I reached for the cereal. Just another day.
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All Those Other Girls
Short StoryShy and beautiful 16 year old Zia Sanchez has a great life. She lives with her mom in Miami, and she goes to the beach almost every day! But Zia wants more. She wants friends. She wants a boyfriend. She wants to be like all those other girls. In thi...
