Just Another Pretty Face

Author's Note: Just being another pretty face is really hard. But this story will really make you think twice on who you call just another pretty face. Being a blue blouse that gets thrown back on the rack doesn't mean it's the end of the world; maybe that person will come back for you. Who knows?

Here I am in American Eagle where the coolest trends are, it’s just a few days before Christmas, wait...wait hold on this could be the girl of my dreams, OMG yes it is, it’s the girl of my dreams. It’s a Christmas miracle. I knew that this day would come. Before I knew it she was coming right toward me, while her mom was looking at a pair of jeans.....yucky. Anyways as she was walking up toward me she shouted to her mom and said “MOM, MOM come here and look at this, it’s really pretty, and it has my size.” As her mom came racing over here she said “why don’t you try it on?”

So Maria and I walked into a changing room. As quickly as you could say raspberry cheesecake it was on. See I was a blue blouse with some red and orange flowers and some more colors but as she put it on she looked at it and said “is this really me or do I have to find something that is more me, but the thing is I like it but it’s too expensive” She decided to call her mom for help because she really knows what’s going on. “Hey, mom I need your help, with something.” She came in just seconds after I called her. “Do you like this top or should I put it back on the rack, I don’t know I think I should it’s just not my style. “ Like I said she put me on the rack even before you could say raspberry cheesecake. I take it back it wasn’t a Christmas miracle. Wow, its 3 days before Christmas and will I ever be bought? This could be the worst Christmas ever. I would rather have a bigger lady buy me, than her.

 Well its Christmas Eve and I still haven’t been bought yet. Great!, Hey look who it is, its the mom who’s daughter put me back on the rack and she was heading right toward me. She pick me and took me to the checkout counter. She BOUGHT ME. She took me home and raped me up in raping paper and put me under the Christmas tree   

CHRISTMAS MORNING

8:00 A.M

“Maria I think this one is for you.” My mom handed me the gift and started to rip open the gift. Before I when it I saw the American Eagle box and I couldn’t believe it. I tore off the top of the box and there it was the shirt of my dreams, I threw the shirt on, and you could tell that I was pretty excited. She loves me, I never thought that this day would come. But it was total worth being under the Christmas tree for one day. “Hey mom can I wear this shirt tomorrow in school. “Of course you can, I don’t see why you can’t, and from this day forward I will never forget this Christmas miracle