It's been a month since I've been freed from that crazy man. It's hard to believe that I of all people got kidnapped for this. Even I sometimes doesn't believe myself. My memory of the events are... quite fuzzy, to say the least. I remember darkness, screams, pain, but not much else. My parents were overjoyed to see me again, but I can't say the same for my friends... or the lack there of. I've never been someone very social, talking to others is simply a task that I cannot comprehend. At school, I'm ignored and left behind. I've tried many time to find someone to pass time with, but nobody is interested with me.
I can't really blame them though, who would want to be friend with the plain girl that I am? My appearance is more boring than watching paint dry, and I can't find any enticing curves on my figure, no matter how hard I try. I'm small and insignifiant, so trying to get some kind of attention is just too much to ask. In fact, this whole kidnapping ordeal actually made me happy in a way... I thought people would ask me questions, talk to me more, but since the story was mostly hidden by the authorities, none of this happened.
Don't worry though, I'm used to being invisible, so it's just another day for me. I walked down to my bus stop as always, almost got sat on because I'm so small as always, and got pushed down a lot on my way to my first class as always. This is the pityful life I'm living. The teacher is blabbering things I cannot understand again, and none of the students are listening a bit. Ellene, the popular girl next to me, is doing her best to stay awake. I take a moment to examine her body, the kind of body I would like, with long shapely legs, followed by a volumptous squishy butt, complimented by her small waist, and most obvious of them all, her large cleavage perfectly exposed by her V-neck shirt that...
"What are you looking at?"
She's talking to me! I got caught staring! I look away with haste, and I'm probably blushing intensely right now. Was I really that obvious? Oh my it's so humiliating... I hide myself behind my notebook, mimicking an interest for the lesson. My mind keeps wandering to her, but I just can't tell her! Not only I'm pretty sure she's straight, but why would a girl like her have any interest in someone like me? She's perfect, and I'm nothing...