It's ok to be different;
well, that's what I believe at least.
I've read stories about beautiful maidens,
selfless princesses, brave heroines, and extraordinary high school girls.
Their shining hair blows in the wind
as their eyes use the sun's rays to reflect a beaming soul.
Just like Ruby.
Ruby is searching for her one true love in the fairy tale I'm engrossed in; she's absolutely stunning.
Her father, the king
refuses to give her rights to inherit the kingdom unless she finds a rightful king, the perfect prince.
For Ruby, that shouldn't be too hard.
Her swirling caramel curls, radiant chestnut irises, plump rosy lips, all these make Ruby ideal for any man. They're always chasing after her, asking for her hand in marriage.
Recently she rejected a handsome prince
with enough wealth for generations, but he was unspeakably horrible to the people of his kingdom. Ruby knew he couldn't be the one for her. Knew he couldn't ever really love her.
Decisions are always easy for Ruby,
right and wrong so easy to distinguish.
It doesn't really matter anyway.
I know she'll get many more offers. She's a princess, after all.
A frown creases my brow as I think back over the chapter,
the one with the arrogant prince returning to his homeland defeated.
If guys are only after girls like Ruby,
then where do I stand in the world?
I'm nothing special.
Not as special as her.
I place the book next to me,
swirling my legs in the pond, gazing at my reflection.
My looks are nothing compared to Ruby's
or the beauty of my other heroines.
I mean, my eyes are almost the same color as the pond;
dark, like the ocean on a stormy day. A hurricane.
Who thinks a hurricane is beautiful?
I know I'm only 13, I shouldn't be thinking about this,
but I doubt I'll ever acquire the beauty they have.
I puff tufts of tangled, unkempt, hair out of my eyes;
it's not long, glossy, and perfect. It's a mess. An absolute mess.
Compared to them, and most girls my age, I'm a rag doll.
Plain, ordinary, only capable of watching those who are able to be beautiful.
I sigh as the tiny fish nibble at my toes.
Will these be the only kisses I ever receive?
I know what guys want,
and I guarantee nothing about me is in the list.