the other woman you knew you were pretty but you also knew you weren’t perfect and were never, ever be a guys first choice. Sure maybe you’d be the second but no guy would really choose you in a world of beauty

You and your best friend (Mariah) went to that same school together, walked to school and back home and sometimes even went across to the mall every friday when you had money to spend. You were both 16 and totally different.

Mariah wasn’t scared at all instead she was more out going and confident. You on the other hand were more close with people you knew and hated meeting new people and were a massive over thinker. She had the looks and the boys you had the cooking skills and the personality.

At school there was a boy older than you. 18 with golden blonde hair, tanish skin and pretty blue eyes. Almost every girl you knew fell for him including you but unfortunately he liked your best friend. You could never hate her for that but deep down inside you felt like a plastic bag that gets lost on the highway. Lost and sad looking.

You were at Mariahs house studying as she snapped a few different guys. One of them was the one and the only Joe Alexander. She sent him a picture of your book your neat handwriting and labels all over the page. He replied to it “Damn paying people to do your homework now Mar?”