Walking down the hallway is the girl that turns heads. There’s one in every school, or work place; she is walking down every street in every city. She’s the girl everyone wants to be, or wants to be with, just so they can say they have some association with her. Head to toe, she’s seemingly perfect. She has straight, long, flowing, blonde hair with natural, glowing, gold highlights. Ice blue eyes that you can see yourself in, accented with just the right amount of makeup. She is skinny but not to the point of emaciation; she still bears a perfect chest. She sported the best and latest accessories and always was wearing the best and most expensive clothing brands. Sometimes you just want to hate her out of envy, but you can’t; she’s naturally too nice and too kind. She doesn’t possess a mean or cruel bone in her body.
She’s always the homecoming queen and the prom queen, she is always in the most expensive, glorious gown that should be on a star walking down the red carpet. She portrays such an astonishing life, but inside, she’s miserable. She hates living up to everyone’s standards and having to constantly impress people. She just wishes people would look past her five star looks and perhaps see her personality, and value her for what she really is. Every night her tears flow, she prays for life out of the spotlight that may prove to be more simple. Depression overtakes her and no one will listen to what she has to say. No one believes her about her dark thoughts; her appearance and the way she carries herself is too bright to cause them to worry. She needs help, but no one thinks such perfection needs improvement.