Dear Diary,

            The story I have to tell today isn't a long one. In fact it made me wonder about a lot of things in a way I never have before.

            It's strange that I by no means really thought about it before, it really is. I always see her walking past my window, the beautiful, most popular girl in school. Everyday since High School I've watched her stroll by my window with her head held high, her make-up all done up, and the colors of her newest outfit perfectly coordinating.

Seeing her pass by towards some unknown destination where she will be welcomed and idolized, I have for all the world wished I could be in her shoes. Yeah that probably sounds corny, I know, I know. But to be one hundred percent accepted by all your peers for just once in your life…haven't you ever dreamed about that before?

As I sat watching her and twirling my crazy hair around a finger I found myself rushing to the window with a sudden question on the tip of my tongue. I have no clue where it came from, or even in all my wildest thoughts I'd ever dreamed up such a question, but as I pulled open the window I gave her a curious smile and spoke my mind.

"Where do you go when you walk this way?"

The pretty girl stopped and turned to face me. I know I'm no beauty but the sad look in her eyes was not from a single look at my appearance. I, of course, had no clue as to why she would look so sad…she has everything! Her hair was perfect and always gave off a soft iridescent glow. Her make-up made her look like a model and the tight outfit she wore clung to the shapely curves of her body like spandex. If not for the gloomy look in her eye she would have been the picture of perfection and beauty.

Dejectedly she gave me a weak smile and replied. "Funny you should ask. Do you wanna know truthfully?"

Absolutely perplexed I nodded as she came closer, a frown deepening on her beautifully shaped lips. "Truthfully," I replied, wondering what she was getting at.

"I just take a lap around the block and hope someone will notice me…"

"Why would you do that? I mean, you're totally popular in school."

Forlornly she shrugged her slim shoulders and gave me the most depressing smile I've ever seen in my entire life. When she responded her voice was no louder than a whisper, "It makes me feel beautiful."

Chow for now,

Kim