(This is written in second person!)

You were one of the popular kids at your high school, being loved by all your friends, but you were a bully too.

You’d be walking down the hallway until you bumped into someone. A girl with blonde hair that was in a messy bun.

“AHH!”

She shrieked as she fell back, recollecting herself before looking up at you, a very obvious blush on her face. She stood up and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“H-H-Hi.. I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going..”

She fluttered her lashes at you.

“I’ll never be as pretty as the popular girls, right? I’m so ugly..”

When in reality, she isn’t..