The New Girl

                  ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 542

                  ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: O5.O2.19

                  ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ: O5.O2.19

I hated being the center of attention—and when I walked into my first period class, that’s exactly what I was. I froze on the spot.

I’d say I was average, with sky-mirroring blue eyes and perfectly plump lips, my hair frizz-free and cascading in lovely, natural waves to my waist. My mother described it as the color of gold, as if each strand had been pulled from the sun’s radiance. Right about now, it was the perfect curtain for my ears, which instantly glowed red with embarrassment under the scrutinizing stares of my future classmates.

Some of them seemed to be lost in thought as they looked at me, drinking in my plain choice of style; an oversized sweater and leggings. Hopefully nobody would recognize that the sweater was designer and custom-made, or that the gold chain around my neck held a genuine (and priceless, at that) diamond.

My parents were very rich after a lifetime of working toward their goals as the CEO’s of a world-famous modeling agency—which I also worked for every summer, despite not being as tall as the traditional standards obligated—so they doted on me endlessly and spoiled me with whatever I wanted. I didn’t really ask for much, though, and tried not to flaunt my wealth.

I was possibly one of the richest people under the age of eighteen.

“Class,” the teacher announced, smiling warmly in my direction, “this is our newest student, Anastasia Black. Please be kind to her, and make her feel welcome here at Lockwood High.”

I blushed, too shy to say anything for myself.

“You may take any seat you like,” the teacher said. It was funny she should say this, when there was only one seat available.

I kindly chose not to comment on it, understanding that she must’ve been tired after grading so many assignments.

When I took my seat, a piece of paper flew from the desk to my right, hitting the side of my head. I caught it before it could hit the ground and looked up to see a look of appreciation from the girl I'm guessing was behind the toss. She probably thought I wouldn’t catch it, but I’d always possessed naturally excellent reflexes, despite the fact that I was clumsy as all heck.

“Read it,” she whispers, before turning around and staring straight ahead with a faint smile.

I comply, carefully unraveling the ball until the message scrawled within is revealed to me;

‘My name is Quinn Flint, and Anastasia Black, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You seem like you have a kind heart to match. Will you go out with me?’

I smiled, feeling the familiar warmth of embarrassment consume my face. When I looked back at the girl—Quinn—she was already searching my face for an answer. There was no way a girl as drop-dead gorgeous as her would want somebody like me, with her raven-black hair and stunning brown eyes, and yet here I was, being asked out by her.

It felt too good to be true, but I could see that there was earnest anticipation on her lovely face.

I gave her a heartwarming smile, flashing my straight white teeth. “I’d love to.”

*Cough, cough* ing a challenge at the last minute because I thrive under crippling pressure-

Joking! It seemed like a perfect challenge to just test my limits; I know what a Mary / Gary Sue is, but I've spent my entire life trying to avoid those, and didn't really know how to seamlessly achieve an illogically perfect main character- xD

Hoping more folks will before the deadline, though!

#CreatorsSue