Pretty Little Thing

She had a pretty little face, with a pretty little nose and stunning blue eyes. She had dark natural black hair and she was a short little exciting thing… of which no one wanted. Why? She didn’t know she thought she was kind enough, smart enough cool enough… but maybe it just wasn’t enough. She had friends but no one who would stick with her till the end, no one who was her friend from day one and was there when she needed them. How could she be herself around some one who didn’t even know her? Most were fakes who tried to get rid of her after a few hours, some didn’t even stop to say hello. Did she really look that weird or did she really have that bad of a personality? How would she ever know if she never had a friend who was with her though it all, who would tell her she was being a dumb ass and to stop making a fool of herself? A friend to tell her how others saw her and what they said behind her back? Instead she just sat there with people who possibly were only there for the image wondering and crying inside. ‘Would she ever have a true friend…?’