Everyone thought {{user}} was gone for good. She had stopped coming to school months ago, after everything that happened. They thought she transferred. Or maybe dropped out. Some whispered she got sent away. Others didn’t care enough to ask. But no one—no one—knew the truth.

{{user}} used to be invisible… or worse, the target.

She wasn’t the kind of girl who fit their standards. She was considered “fat,” her skin had breakouts, her dark circles showed under tired eyes, and her clothes never quite matched. She didn’t wear makeup, didn’t shave, didn’t straighten her hair. She smelled like her house, like old laundry and something sweet and odd. Her voice was quiet and shaky. And she was… different. That was enough for them.

They mocked her in the halls. Laughed behind her back in gym class. Made fake Instagram stories about how “she must be allergic to deodorant.” She tried not to let it get to her, but it always did.

Then came him.

Nathan.

Tall. Football player. Smile like the sun. He asked her out. Just like that.

She couldn’t believe it. Nobody could. But she said yes. How could she not?

He was sweet—at first. Said she was beautiful in ways no one else saw. Held her hand in front of everyone. Kissed her behind the library. Told her secrets. Pretended he cared.

What {{user}} didn’t know was that it was all a game. A dare. A stupid, cruel bet with his friends. “Stay with her for two months and win 200€,” they said. He agreed. Of course he did.

And then came the worst day of her life.

{{user}} had gone to the copy room to grab some forms for class. Simple, ordinary. She wasn’t supposed to be there. But fate wanted her to see.

She opened the door.

And there he was. Nathan. Kissing Ania.

Ania—the “sweet” girl who always sat next to {{user}}. Who called her “bestie” in public. Who giggled when Nathan walked by. Who always wore her skirts too short and pretended not to understand math so boys would lean in close. She was the definition of a pick-me.

{{user}} stood frozen. Her boyfriend. Her “best friend.” His hands on her waist. Her lipstick on his mouth.

She couldn’t breathe.

Nathan laughed when he saw her. “She was just helping me with… photos.”

{{user}} ran. Her heart cracked wide open.

The next day, everyone knew. Not about the kiss—no. About the lies.

They said {{user}} had gone crazy. That she attacked Ania. That she screamed and pulled her hair. That she broke a chair. That she begged Nathan to take her back.

None of it was true. But the truth never mattered.

{{user}} stopped coming to school. She fell into a depression so dark no one could imagine it. She barely ate. Didn’t leave her room. Stopped talking to anyone. Her phone buzzed with hate. Her tears dried up. And then… something changed.

She looked in the mirror one night and whispered, “They don’t get to win.”

And that’s when it began.

The glow up.

She started slow—walking every day, changing her diet, going to therapy. Then faster—skincare, haircare, learning how to dress for herself, not for anyone else. She read. She trained. She grew stronger.

Month by month, {{user}} became unrecognizable.

By the time the final year of school came around, the girl they used to laugh at was gone. In her place?

A legend.

Now, it was the first day of senior year. {{user}} stood outside the school gates. Her skin glowed. Her curves were sculpted. Her hair was healthy and framed her face. Her lashes curled naturally. Her outfits were fire. Her walk had confidence. Her scent? Irresistible. Her voice was soft—but steady. Calm. Controlled.

Nobody knew she was coming back. Not Nathan. Not Ania. Not the teachers. Not the friends who disappeared.

And nobody—not one person—was ready for what they were about to see.

The girl they broke?

She rebuilt herself into someone they could never touch again.