This is the beginning of a short story im working on. Sort of a rough draft still, but I wanted to put it up. Remember I am continuously changing it, and putting more up seeing as its a Rough draft
5’8 and radiant, Alice sauntered down the side walk allowing society admire her beauty. She had a slender, flawless body, anyone would be envious of. Finally. It was only a year ago she had been hundred and thirty pounds. Since then she had developed, what seemed like a perfect diet, to her. She abandoned eating. She was sharp now, if you weren’t careful you could cut your self on her. No one would ever call her fat again, and she recognized it.
Her brown hair lay on her shoulders. It was an elegant auburn color. Not equivalent to the hideous red hair she used to posses. People would identify her a ginger. They would make fun of her hair that mirrored tomato paste, ceaseless said she had no soul. Now, with auburn hair no one would ever stair at her to long, or begin mumbling to their friends as she wandered by. Those things that used to make her bawl her eyes out at night had ceased, yet that did not mean she had ceased crying.
Baby blue eyes shined from beneath her eye lashes that were coated in layers of mascara. A ton of cover up, masked the freckles that her mom once admired. Her mom would say they were adorable, everyone else said they were childlike. Like every other blemish she got disposed of them.
Last October, Alice transferred to Douglass High School. It was supposed to be a new start for her, and it was. She effortlessly ascended to the top of the food chain. Everyone idolized the graceful, flawless girl. Everyone, but her self. In her eyes she would never be good enough for anything.
The bells on the art shop’s door rang as Alice closed the door. She gave a short nod to the petite, Chinese woman behind the counter. Alice had discovered this quaint shop about a year ago. It was a small shop at the end of a strip mall, only a block away from her current school. She would come here every Friday with a cup of hot chocolate, from the cafe down the street , and would glance through the endless rows of art supplies. It Alice’s corner of world.
Alice took a quick sip of her low fat hot chocolate, and pranced to the back of the old store. She was a woman on a mission. Relieved to find the sales were still going on, she picked up a pack of 50% off razors, steered toward the check out, but suddenly dropped them when she saw him through the antique windows of the shop. Aaron.
Aaron Ray Johnson was Alice’s crush from middle school. She was crazy about him. He was the only boy in her middle school that ever said anything to her. Aaron was sweet, kind, and never said a bad word about her, or so she thought. Everyday of middle school Alice would come into school carrying her Paramore backpack. And everyday Aaron would nod, and smile at her. She never got the nerve to go talk to him, believing she was ugly, gross, and bad to be seen around.
The “pretty” girls would make fun of her crush on Aaron, but how could she help it? He was tall, brilliant and attractive. They would sing elementary song, like “ Aaron and Alice sitting in a tree...”. Alice knew how immature and ugly they really were, but it was like no one else could see the truth of “pretty” girls.
Aaron pulled opened the door the shop. She panicked, grabbed her razors, and hid behind a shelf. He walked passed her. She could smell his cologne wafting her way. Alice turned around heaving a sigh of relief, thinking he had not seen her. Someone tapped on her shoulder.
Her hands began to sweat as she turned around, and stood face to face with Aaron.
“Hey, do I know you?” His voice was like honey to her ears.
Be smooth. She thought to her self, and smiled at him. “ I don’t think so.”
“Oh,” He looked disappointed. “ Sorry.”
“ Don’t be, my name is Alice.” She held out her hand for him to shake.
A grin emerged on his face, and he gripped her hand, “ I'm Aaron.”
“So, what did you come to the store for?”
