Tick-tock…Tick-tock…

Time always trudges along in class. Chatter fills the room while the frazzled teachers analyzes her chaos of papers, with her glasses balancing on the tip of her nose. Sigh. Flipping around, I drop in on David and Tom’s conversation.

“My DNA is so much cooler than yours… I mean look at me.” David gestured to all of him.

“Puh-lease! My DNA could kick your DNA’s any day.” Tom said, rolling his eyes.

Giggling, I flip my hair. Their conversations always end up in the weirdest places.

“You guys, don’t kid yourself. My DNA’s obviously the best made here.”

David smirked at me, his icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Don’t be so full of yourself. You really want to know what’s wrong with your DNA?”

Batting my eyes, I give him a sly smile. “Of course. Do your worst.”

With every word I get closer, till I’m right up in his face. Bugging his eyes out he gives me his most sarcastic smile.

“You’re too scrawny,” Smiling; I put my hand on my chest. So charming.

“You’re hair is always frizzy,” Staring him down, I flip my hair.

“You have the stupidest color brown eyes,” That got him a glare.

“You’re less than average looking… if even that.” Mouth drops.

He leaned back with a satisfied look, while my mouth was still catching flies.

Tick… Tock…

Less than average looking. Stupid brown eyes. Too scrawny.

Staring at the face in the mirror, his words eat at my brain. I can never go anywhere without noticing my frizzy blonde hair… Or how particularly anorexic I look in this shirt. At the time, it was nothing. I never care. It’s always just another idiot’s criticism. But now, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m hideous. I don’t even know that face in the mirror. Time’s passing by, and with every tick of the hand my confidence is dying a little more. Sigh.

Tick-tock… Tick-Tock…