• You know how there’s that girl that everyone adores? The one that is perfect and has nothing wrong with her at all. Yea, that one. Every school has one and you just can’t escape her. Either you hate her because you want to be her or you love her because she is who she is. Guess which one I am. Yep, I’m the one that hates her because I want to be her.

    At my dinky little high school in the middle of no where, one girl ran the entire place. Mary Sue Hirsch was the ‘it’ girl. I envied her to no end. Sure I had a good life, had a boyfriend the works, but no, she had it all. The money, the body, the popularity, and it was just horrible for me and the rest of the school’s population. No one could compare to her.

    Mary was the bubbly blonde that everyone wanted. I had never seen her upset or distraught or mean to one person. She was the epitome of beauty. Her hair was always in place and her body could stop traffic and hearts. It was sickening sometimes. Today was no different.

    I was walking down the halls, trying to find my boyfriend in the crowds and make sure I made it to class on time. Bill Kaulitz was never late, that wasn’t an option, unless of course, I got caught up with a certain boy in the bathroom stalls. I had my head up, searching the seas of students when I saw Mary, the one girl I wished I was.

    Mary had her hair in a perfect soft wave, most likely professionally done. Her jeans hung to her small, tanned hips, revealing her flat tummy and glinting piercing at her naval. Her clothes were designer simply because her father was one of the wealthiest men in our rinky dink town. She had a permanent tan, most likely from a tanning bed. Mary’s top was our school’s cheerleader’s halter top, the red, black, and white crossing across her ample breasts. I truly hated her.

    She was laughing as Rob, the star basketball player, opened her locker. I looked just past her as I kept walking forward, trying to ignore the jealous pit in the bottom of my stomach. My boyfriend’s locker was directly beside her locker and he was unashamedly checking her out. I didn’t blame him really, I didn’t even go both ways like he did and I would ogle her. It was hard to ignore Mary.

    I slowly stepped up to him, waltzing around our pretty little cheerleader, her floral perfume invading my nostrils. “Hey Tomi…” I smiled at him slightly as his eyes snapped away from her and on to me. I tried to look good, if not for myself but for Tom as well. He was gorgeous, one of the hottest boys in our school. Though he had black cornrows braided tightly to his scalp and clothes that hung off his body dangerously, he was sexy as hell in high water.

    Ever since I had seen Mary Sue I had changed my appearance. I donned dark eye shadow and grew out my hair to my shoulders. I never kept my hair blonde; I had always hated the color on myself. Instead I dyed it black to contrast with my pale skin. That was another difference. I had tried to tan a few times but it never worked out. I either burned or got some weird kind of rash and the rub in lotion stuff only made me orange. So I worked with what I had and only hopped to be enough for Tom.

    “Billa!” He was grinning from ear to ear as he reached forward, slowly grasping my hips. His hands felt like heaven against my skin as he tugged me forward. “How’s it going beautiful?” I half expected him to be talking to Mary but he was staring directly into my eyes and I knew he meant me.

    That’s what I loved about Tom. He was the only person in the world who made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered, even when Mary Sue stood only a few feet away from us. “It’s going just fine…” I knew he liked me, maybe even loved me. We had been together for almost a year now and not once had he ever said that anyone was more attractive then me.

    When we had first dated I was always afraid that Tom wanted Mary more then me, that I was only someone to pass the time with. But he had long since quelled my fears with more then one loving gesture. I had cried to him more then once about how I could never amount to Mary, but he would always tell me I was beautiful in my own way.

    At first I didn’t believe him, but now I did. Sure he would look at her and admire her body, but as I have stated so did I. It was hard to ignore Mary. But when he looked at me, it was as if she no longer existed and even in my own mind, I was perfect. Tom made everything ten times better with his tiny gestures.

    Sure Mary Sue was beautiful. Yes she had the money. Everyone knew she was smart. Then she even had the status to do whatever she please. But I had one thing she could never have. No matter how much I envy her, no mater how much I long to be her, she could never take my place in Tom’s heart. He was mine and I was his. Mary could never change that and for once in my life I was the prettiest, wealthiest, smartest, and popular person in the world. All because Tom’s eyes told me so, and it must be true.