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Tall and thin, his small muscles bulge as he flexes his arms. Girls crowd around him, each one vying for the attention of those sunglasses and bright white smile, flashing among clear, smooth skin.

Tall, but not thin, not tan, with imperfect teeth and face and no muscles, a lonely boy sits, hunched in the corner, wondering why he cannot be impossibly perfect, wondering why he cannot be liked by all.

His face and skin, so disliked by their owner, in reality contain a beautiful personality, an original spirit.

Suddenly, he looks up and walking towards him is the girl that invades his thoughts so often, the girl who belongs with the designer clothes.

As she walks towards him, the lonely boy looks up, eyes swiftly passing the advancing legs, and around, unexpectedly landing on sad eyes, beautiful in their own way.

Loneliness and sorrow stare at each other, suddenly oblivious to their surroundings. They realize their stupidity, the stupidity of the world around them, judging outside before seeing inside.

They smile, crowned king and queen of this new knowledge, and walk away hand in hand, away from the artificial atmosphere, never to be fooled again.