Sally

There was that one girl who looked like her name would be Sally. Her face was slim and her nose delicate. She had heavy-lidded eyes and dark eyebrows, but when she smiled, the darkness of her face would light up and her dark eyes would sparkle and glimmer out at you. She was the new, interesting, funky kid – the type everybody wanted to get to know first.

Another thing that I forgot to add was that she was beautiful in a dark, elegant way. Her movements were like a cat prowling around at night. The way her black hair covered a portion of her face was mysterious. Her long, straight, black hair swung whenever she walked and her skin was an even olive-toned color.

That was her before. Oh, Sally, what happened to you? You’re not beautiful at all, not anymore. Was it those boys, Sally? You know, the ones that give you the eye and whistle as you pass by. Or maybe it was the entire social scene. These popular preppy girls who wear way too much make-up and think they look gorgeous with it. Did they drag you into it as well? Sally, you shouldn’t have succumbed to the whole peer pressure thing. Now they have you doing drugs and shoplifting. I would’ve been a better influence than them.

Let me tell you something, Sally. You look much better without make-up, because when you wore that red lipstick to school you looked like something out of a horror movie. And it’s too early to try to impress boys. All that effort in beautifying yourself is not worth it. Now your already-straight hair is completely over-straightened and dead-looking. Is that what you want, Sally? You should’ve been friends with me before them.

Your personality has changed a lot too. In order to be part of them, you must be mean to anybody who is not on the top of the social ladder. Now you have no real friends, though you do have a bunch of fakers and followers trailing behind you. Is that what you want too? I could be your friend. But not right now. Not when you’re like this, at least. If your real self is like this all the time, then nobody would want to be around you. Not even me. It’s a shame that they got to you before I had the chance to try to befriend you.

Do you really want me to describe you as how you are now? You look sick all the time. Your skin is all pale and waxy. Your eyes have heavy bags underneath them all the time. Your hair looks burnt, and you have a lot more zits from using so much cover-up.

Oh, Sally. If only I had gotten to befriend you before they got to you.

Author's Note: Hmm... well, if you have criticism, that'd be much appreciated! I'm always ready to improve my works (even though I've already turned in the school assignment, nobody said I can't edit my stories, eh?). Thanks for reading up this far, and hope it didn't bore you too terribly!