A girl left in the background. Wallpaper. There but not really there, that she might as well be invisible. Just sipping on her coffee, playing with the one of those thin straws that you can't really drink anything out of. Forgotten in the background. Blending in with the wallpaper. And fading…fading away.
High pitched screams of laughter. Stick-thin models in designer clothing. The 'beautiful people' took center floor once again. Even at Starbucks. There was something robotic about them, as if they were made of plastic. Clones--that talked and walked the same. Almost scary--the way they attacked their prey. Sophisticated in both sense and style, but with an animal's most primitive instincts.
“Like….Oh. My. Gawd! Did you hear about…” The Gossip Queens were at it again. As if degrading others made them even better than the best. The royalty of this day and age with each piece of clothing, handbag, and accessory, at least $100 a piece…on sale. Each with a Fat-Free French vanilla soy double latte ice cappuccino-the longer the order, the more baggage the girl's worth. So superficial.
And the invisible girl fading in the background, sipping on her coffee and breathing in the cozy warm aroma-a world apart from the drama in the same room. One year and six months ago, she was one of them. Now, she was free from not belonging--happy just being wallpaper.
Sometimes it's not worth being popular.
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I really like it. That is how I feel sometimes, glad that I try not to gossip about other people. Though for me, it's hard to ignore them, especially if they are talking about my friends or I.
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