• Despised by the world hated by my friends. I used to live the American dream But now I was an ugly freak. Many times I saved up for plastic surgery. Only to be rejected each time. The doctor took one glance at my face and threw up more food than he could ever eat. My neck leaned over so far that it laid on my chest. My back had a huge mountain of lump that stretched from my butt to my neck. But to make matters worse on top of that bump was two smaller lumps that were supposed to be shoulder blades. My skin was so dry that just looking at made you want to swallow a gallon of water. My face was the worst part of my body,
    My teeth stretched down toward my gigantic lips. A plastic surgeon did try to operate on me. But died a few minutes after he puffed up only one side of my lips. My nose reminded people of a shriveled up dry cumber that was broken in two places. One of my eyes always stayed open while the other one stared half closed at you psychotically. But for some reason my hair looked wonderful like the moon less night. I always thought to my self how my hair was so beautiful.
    3 years ago I was 18. My hair was a moonless night black. My skin was the tan that most Victoria models would sell their souls for. My face looked as if Zeus himself had sent down 10,000 of his most excellent painters just to draw the outline of my face. My dad had 2 other children aggie and maiden. They were both older than me but not prettier. Instead of me living in their shadow they lived in mine. Father spent every penny on me and Mother only wanted me to get married. It was as if I never even had sister's.
    I had an appointment to get my daily spa. Everything went as usual, I got into the steamer. Since there was no technology we had a giant cave to gather inside, The only way to keep steam inside was to cover the door with a giant boulder. The steamer would only allow you to sit crouched over and not stand up right. I sat in the very back of the steam room as they filled the pond up, than added the volcano rocks to the water pool. Today was a tough day. Instead of getting a carriage to my house from a nice boy I had to walk. Come on! I should never have to walk unless I'm going into the mall. my house was a block away and no one on gods earth had the time to deliver me but they did apologize for not dropping by giving me roses.
    So instantly I went to sleep inside the steamer. When I awoke I was the only in the steamer. It was past after hours and I was locked, but not only that it was the Zeus week. For a whole 2 week and a half we celebrated the gods. To survive I drank the hot water and swallowed rocks. I crouched down in a bug position everyday. My skin started to melt away with the water. Coming off in huge hunks. When they found me I was ruined.
    Now days I live in a the back alley way inside a zucchini crate. Kids harass me with words that turn my heart cold. Other days adults spit towards me or give me looks that could kill. Because of that my family stopped speaking to me and left me without food shelter or any type of life. My only friends were rats, cockroaches, and mice.. After I began talk to the mice did I decide never to show my face in public.
    It was an normal day. I spied at the food stands from the dark when I saw him. The most beautiful man of all women. His face was the face of a male model staring at the cucumber stand. Even if his butt chin was compared with a baby holding two puppies and a teddy bear, his butt chin would win. Without knowing I crept out from the solitude of the shadows as he walked by. The man threw some garbage and spat at me. But that wasn't enough to stop my love for him.
    Everyday I watched him. from morning to day. I learned that he loved seafood and long walks threw town. The way he pressed a mans face down in the horse dew while his son watched with tears in his eyes. Even when he cow tipped the old guys playing checkers was Fabulous. But to my dismay he had a girlfriend. Blonde, skinny, and stupid as usual. But if he just got the time to know me he fall in love with me. so I wrote him a love note...
    Dear Mr. wonderful
    Watching you day and is the most amazing thing ever. But I grow bored of this silly game. I want to meet you and smell your Calvin cline cologne that you bought yesterday morning at 6:21pm. I wan to kiss the lips that you spend hours kissing all those other girls and that one guy that you didn't know was a guy. please meet by the dumpster alley at 12:00pm tonight.
    I had to get gussied up so I put on a giant sun hat some sandals made out of bark and a cloak with so many holes you thought it was useless. Mr. wonderful walked in the alley way. "Hello" he called. When I heard his voice I lost my mined. I charged toward him and grabbed his beautiful face and slobbered one on him. Mr. wonderful fought back so instantly. He jumped up and yelled foul language into the night sky. With that he picked up a brick and ran after me. He must really love me!!
    Mr. wonderful
    So yeah I get this not from some chick last night. It tells me I'm a hot (as if I don't know that) and how she loves me and blah blah blah. What really caught my eye was when I read a date at midnight tonight(OHHHH YEEAAHH). If this girl is as hot as she can write than something is defiantly going down. In my head a pictured a chick with the face of Sarah Palin when she was in her 60s.
    So yeah I get there and called out hello in my very attractive voice. First there's silence than some heavy dark Vader breathing starts happening. All a sudden this hump back sasquatch thing with her tongue hanging out my mouth attacks me. It starts licking my face up and down. This dogs breath smelt like rancid meet and man sweat. So I throw this animal off of me and grab the nearest weapon. This red block thingy and start running after the monster. This animal is wailing at the top of it's lungs.
    The whole time I'm chasing it the thing is watching me. That's probably why it didn't see the crates coming. The monster fail and looked at me in a sort of lovey dovey way repeating the words "I love" over and over again. That's when I realized it was a human. This thing doesn't desire to breathe or live I mean look at it. She's ugly. so I threw my hands high over my head and took aim I only had one shot. The brick flew toward the animal hitting it over her head...
    The grave digger
    Looking around the grave digger saw no one. No pastor, people, animals, or Mormons. Just a heavy zucchini box with the words " I love MR. Wonderful in graved all over it. The digger waited about five minutes before digging the grave and lowering the box. "Must be an stray animal I'm burying" The digger threw the box down and put a few scoops of sand on it. If only the grave digger had stayed for five more minutes. He could have seen the hand crack open the box. all while chanting "I love you to death Mr. Wonderful"...

    The End?