hi...um any thoughts on this beginning to a story? its kind of loosly based on my own life (except i dont have a g*y best friend, who doesnt know he's g*y,who im in love with...lol)....i know my tenses need sorting out a bit, i just want ideas on where i can take the plot next etc....its a dual narrative.... where the names are, thats just who's bit of the story it is....thanks!
HIDEOUSLY
UGLY
Amy - Is there ever a love story where the heroine is completely, hideously repulsive? So hideous that nobody could ever look at her and find her beautiful, not even the love of her life? No. And you know why? Because no one would read that, would they? A story void of romance. Full of depression, self hatred, and general, Emo-like traits. It would be so unfulfilling that the person that bothered to finish it would probably cry themselves to sleep, and then commit suicide, pausing only to post an awful review on a book website. But, even if this book has to be condemned, locked away from all of human kind, i need to write it down. So, this is it; the story of a self hater. A woman so drained of hope that even her closest family have given up on her. A woman desperately in love, but who is unlovable. An empty shell.
Seeing as that’s what this is supposed to be about, i should tell you about me. I’m five feet five, overweight, and, basically, the most hideous person to roam this planet. And I’m not even saying that as a self hater. It is actually clinically proven that my features and general appearance is hideous. Long nose, big, badly shaped eyes, thin lips, crooked teeth. My face match on those internet sites is a lizard. But that didn’t stop me having one good thing in my life.
Sam - I hate Mondays. My hair doesn’t think much of them either. For some reason, it always takes four times as long to tame on Mondays. That’s just the way it is. Nineteen years old, and still can’t brush my own hair properly. Just in case you’re getting the wrong idea, with all this talk of hair, I’m a straight guy. You know. A boy. Yeah. I just have a hang up about my hair. Anyway. Im done talking about myself. Go ahead, cry on my shoulder. Everyone else does.
I walked (that is, stumbled) into class, half an hour earlier than everyone else, because somebody, in all their infinite wisdom, graced me with the job of putting everyone’s work for the entire year onto their desks. Most people would skive today anyway, so what’s the point? I only knew one person who was nerdy and desperate enough to come to school of her own free will today; Amy, my disciple.
Amy - I’d loved him since i first saw him, when i was four years old. He was everyone’s idea of perfection, but that didn’t affect him. His hair was so dark, in an almost deliberate contrast to his eyes, which were a deep, shimmering blue. Sam. He was perfect then, and still was, fifteen years later. He changed so much, but he stayed the same. He knew everyone existed. He was everyone’s best friend, especially mine. He was there for me when nobody else was. He was my only salvation. But I’d always known it had to end. I was leaving six form, and the people I’d known for so long, the ones who had grown so used to me that they could look into my face without flinching. That was why, when i heard that Sam was going to the same university as me, my heart leapt. I wouldn’t be quite as alone as I’d thought, after all. I would have the one person that i loved.
Sam - Oh no.I’m stuck going to the very cheapest university around, that don’t offer any decent courses at all. When mum informed me of her plans, i had thought that at least i’d get a clean slate, away from my old friends. But then i found out that amy had got a placement there, as well. Its nothing personal, she’s great as a confidante, but i really wanted a fresh start. She is so clingy, but i can’t tell her that. She’d completely die, and she couldn’t exactly make new friends. People take one look at her, and get put off. It’s really not nice, but I can’t blame them. she is not a conventional beauty.
Amy - I did ok. The people there were no more or less mature than the idiots id met at school. I was the butt of all the fat jokes, and got picked on, but i ignored it. The same taunts, so many times. Over and over again. After a month or two, i barely noted Sam’s absence. Oh, yes. He came to university with me. But then he met a girl. His dreams had come true, is what he said to me, on one of the rare occasions that we spoke. I didn’t know who she was, not even her name, but i hated her. Sam never talked about her, apart from the thing about his dreams coming true. But taking one look at him, it was easy to tell he was in love. Of course id known it was going to happen. I mean, what had i thought? That one day, sam would turn to me and say “in a strange way, you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. I love you.†Or something like that? If i was totally honest with myself, then, yes. I’d always assumed that i’d get the happy ending the girl in the film always gets. But then she’s always beautiful.
Sam - I hated every second of it, even more than id thought i was going to. Love is horrible. This constant torture, needing to know what someone else is thinking. I never want to feel this for someone, ever again. And you know what’s really funny? I actually thought i was straight. Genuinely. And then....what happened? Jude happened.
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