Post 8

Harley was just an average girl living in a cruel world. There was nothing special about her as far as society was concerned. She had plain black wavy hair that really needed to be trimmed, decently tanned skin, boring brown eyes, was of average height, was slim but could also use some weight loss, and she wore plain clothes. She was a nobody in a city filled with pretty people. She lived in the city near her University. A plain three bedroom apartment with her two average roommates. They had two dogs, one cat, and a small hedgehog living with them as well. Everyday she walked to campus by herself, trying to be as invisible as possible. She passed by all the "pretty people." Young men and women who were as perfect as society defined them. They all were in style with the latest trend, they all looked exceptionally clean, they all tall and beautiful. They ignored Harley, and kept to their own brood of pretty people. Harley wasn't the only "average" person on campus. The place was crawling with them, you just couldn't seem them. How could you when there were so many beautiful people to look by. Who would ever want to stand by one of them and be compared?