She’s the prettiest girl in the entire school.

No makeup. Ever. Just oversized hoodies and a messy bun.

People keep telling her she’s beautiful.

She still thinks they’re saying it out of pity.

Bullied hard at 12–13 for her looks. She decided she was ugly and moved on.

Her face matured after 18 — high cheekbones, sharp jawline, the works — but the old scars never fully left.

Now she sits quietly in class, sleeves pulled over her hands, and gets uncomfortable every time someone stares at her.