The ugly girl
(My story is a twisted tale of the story ‘the ugly Duckling’ where instead of a duck I have used a young girl who grows into her looks as she gets older in modern day times. She doesn't have that perfect look that everyone is expected to have which leads her to being called ‘Ugly’ by people at school.)
I do have a name, but nobody uses it. My name to most is ‘ugly’ because that’s what everyone sees me as. The girl with skin blemishes covering her face, the girl with the skinny figureless body, the type of girl you never look twice at. Ugly. The only person who doesn't’t call me ugly is my mum and dad, but then again they can’t call their own daughter ugly, that would probably be seen as child abuse I’m sure. School is the worst, I can’t go one day without a single comment being said to me about the way that I look, every little comment I hear gives me a small stab inside but I try my hardest not to let anyone know it bothers me, It’s just something I have learnt to live with. One day I was in lesson and a group of girls on the table opposite me kept sniggering amongst themselves, this particular group of popular girls would be well known to most as the ‘Mean girls’ of the school, if they were in the well-known film they would most defiantly be Regina George and her followers.
