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(I'm going to try to write this chapter all from Vidya's point of view, so all the I's will be Vidya talking.)
Hopeless, absolutely hopeless. I stared at myself in the tarnished mirror that hung over the sink in the girls' bathroom. And I didn't like what I was seeing. There might as well have been a sign hanging over my head that read Vidya, the official Queen of Blah.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the dullest of them all?" I whispered to my reflection.
"You are," I answered myself without a moment's hesitation.
I wasn't disfigured or anything. But my looks had the overall personality of a paper towel. Straight brown hair, boring brown eyes, and unkissable lips. As for fashion...Let's say that my idea of dressing up was wearing my "good" blue jeans and a T-shirt without any creases or stains. All in all, plain old me, was not someone to get excited over.
I am the last girl in this school who Tushar would ask out on a date. I mused as I inspected my teeth in the mirror for signs of renegade poppy seeds from the bagel I has eaten this morning.
Tushar. Even thinking his name made a tingle travel from the tips of my toes to the top of my spine. Tushar was, for lack of a better teem, my dream guy. Yes he was tall, dark and handsome. He was also one of the most popular guys in school. I doubted there was a girl in all of St. Xaviers who wouldn't be psyched to have Tushar slip his leather varsity jacket around her shoulders on a chilly fall evening.
I leaned close to the mirror, peering at several blackheads that were the current bane of my existence. What would it be like if my skin were as soft as one of those Seventeen magazines cover models? Or if I had the kind of beauty and style that made the guys stop and stare as I walked down in a crowded hallway?
The bell rang for third period. I breezed into Mr. Sharma's classroom, giggling with a couple of popular girls. As I slid into my seat, I sensed a pair of electric hazel eyes staring at me.
"Hi Tushar," I greeted him, batting my foot long black eyelashes. "How's it going?"
He ambled toward me, then perched on top of my desk. He was so close that I could smell the sandalwood soap he used in the shower. "Things would be a whole lot better if you would agree to accompany me to the annual seniors dance," he answered.
"I would love to go with you," I told him, batting my eyelashes again.
Yeah, right! And I would be loved to be checked into a mental hospital too. I had been doing my own lame version of batting my eyelashes at Tushar every chance I'd have for the last four years. Ever since I had first seen him, the summer before the first year of high school, I'd had an enormous crush on him.
That's it guys...I'm gonna stop here, and only today, I'll update both ff's...I really hope everyone likes this one, if you don't please do tell me, then I can stop wrting it, I just thought it would be a nice different story!
Luv ya loads,
Meera
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