Ugly GirlsA Story by Camille CorbettA man talks about a time he was sitting on a bench, people watching. Where he makes and observation about a certain girl.
To see an unattractive girl walking down the street is a fairly normal occurrence. They tend walk with their heads tilted slightly downwards as if they were ashamed of the unfavorable visage they burden the world with. Occasionally they hold their head a tad too high as if they knew they were ugly, but they also knew perfectly well that the other parts of their body, were just as good any other girls. However, the girl that was walking past me on Her mousy hair was cut in the current style, and instead of the dramatic beauty she had obviously hoped for, she ended up with thin, limp, locks. Her plainness bubbling from under the finely cut bang with a few zits littered here and there on her stark complexion. Her classic nose was desecrated my a troupe of black heads clustered on it’s side and her eyes looked more like two damp whale fetuses than blue-grey. And as this young girl walked past me the only emotion felt was complete and utter repulsion. Regardless of the friendly smile plastered on her blemish ridden face or the general look of contentment on the terrible face of hers. Revulsion, utter revulsion. This is the plight of the ugly girls, and to b sad for them is an understatement. © 2009 Camille CorbettAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on December 19, 2009 AuthorCamille CorbettMarietta, GAAboutI'm a 21 year old Fulbright ETA writing to kill the time and find my sanity. I have been gone for a while. But I have returned, so watch out for some new stories. more.. |

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