Repetition (Fifth Chapter)

Exposed.

"Hey, Barbie!" I turned to look back at whoever called me that, and to my surprise, I saw Nick, his arm around Anne's shoulder. Just seeing them both together broke my heart, it's not easy to move on when the only guy you love leaves you after he discovers your biggest secret.

"Why'd you call me that?" I asked.

"Well, Anne and I thought that name suits you alot, didn't we, Anne?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Isn't that just the perfect name for you, Erica?" Anne said with a smirk, her tone pretentiously sweet with venom dripping from every word.

I stormed out of the Cafeteria in a state of ferocious anger and went to the Ladies Washroom. Closing the door behind me, I sat on the floor as a dam broke behind and tears flooded out of my heavily lined and mascaraed eyes. Did I look so fake that people went to the extent of calling me a 'Barbie doll'? But didn't models wear makeup too, and maybe even more than I did? Then why are they never referred to as 'barbie dolls'? Why only me?

Violently sobbing, I got up and stood in front of the wide mirror that was attached to the tiled walls. The tears that had escaped traced their paths on my cheeks with a gray shade that they had carried along with the liner. Puffy, swollen eyes, and red blotches on my skin despite the makeup made me look like a wrecked mess.

I opened the tap distractedly as I sniffed. After washing my face and attempting to remove all traces of the fact that I had been crying, I left the washroom and headed to the English class. I could not become vulnerable to them, not again. I will face this and I will turn a deaf ear towards their insults. Yes, I won't let them break me with their taunts, and as for Anne, my revenge has to be taken.

Cold glares and snickers were thrown my way as I walked down the wide hallway that had large, white lockers on either side of it. Every eye turned to me as I walked further, as if I was a very fascinating object to look at. Amusement was visible in every gaze that pierced through me, and I became aware of the fact that my reputation had dropped to the same level as it was before I tried to cover my physical flaws.

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"What are you doing honey?" My mom asked as she stepped into my room. I was examining my face once again, cursing the flaws that had made me a target to everyone's insultingly amused stares and habits of making fun.

"N-nothing, Mom," I answered as I hurriedly stepped back from the bureau.

I didn't want her to think that I was weak and that people's opinions really had a great impact on me. Not that she would reassure me about the beauty every mother sees in her daughter. As far as I remember, she never told me I was beautiful. My mother was a perfectionist, and she wouldn't praise someone just to hearten them up. She had played a big role in making me insecure, even more than Alicia Richards.

"Oh, well, I just wanted to remind you that we have to attend a wedding tomorrow. Do you want to go to a parlour or will you do your makeup yourself? I recommend you go to a parlour, they'll cover your acne marks better and you'll look prettier."

"Way to make me feel better," I sighed as she left the room.

Reviews

[WriterGirl247247]

Nice chapter. Now we see the aftermath of the betrayal.

Again, be careful with what tense you use.

Maybe be a little more descriptive in Erica's pain. Pull at our heartstrings.

Very nice chapter.

[AnayaJ.]

ThankSsss for reading!!!

[AnayaJ.]

Give it a try and review! :)