Celestine is a typical shy, introvert and spends all her time locked up in her room reading cliche. After reading a few dozen romantic novels, she relates to all the lonely girls at the beginning of the novel and waits to find her own true love.

In every possible novel she has read, the nerdy girl attracts the attention of the bad-boy very easily and they end up falling in love with each other! So she waits for her Cliche to begin.

Slightly plump, lonely and completely weird with absolutely no friends, Celestine waits for her knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet with loving compliments.

She desperately seeks the attention of the bad boy, Jace, in her school. But little does she know that reality is very different from a novel's predictable cliché!

Everyone has stereotypical labels that people put on them.

I am the NERD. I am the WEIRDO. I am the INTROVERT. I am the FATTY. I can name a thousand more labels but I won't waste your time.

But let me tell you something...I don't really mind these labels. It's not that it doesn't hurt, and I do get angry every time, but I have learned not to care.

I like being in my own little bubble and reading books all the time, irrespective of what others think of me. I can't change myself for others and if people make fun of me for being different, I wouldn't even want to change myself. I feel that life is throwing me troubles only for me to be happy later.

Have I inspired you enough? Now let's move on to my crappy life story.

So let me tell you one thing a... "Celestine! Come down for breakfast. Your brother is waiting for you!" My mom yells loudly, even though my room is next to the kitchen.

Ugh...my mom can't even let me finish my own thoughts. Where was I again? Nevermind...Welcome to my life.

"Coming in two minutes mom! Where are all my clothes?" I ask as I rummage my wardrobe for all my clothes. All that's in here is "Fancy looking clothes that are only for display and not actually for wearing". When I hear no reply, I yell louder, "Mom, What will it take for you to tell me where my actual clothes are?"

My mom comes near the entrance of my room, slightly leaning on the door while fixing her red-rimmed glasses with her left hand. "You kept it in the wash bag and I sent them for washing. They have not come back yet."

"What? Since when do we send our clothes for washing? We have a washing machine for a reason." I whine in the most childish way possible.

"I got a free washing coupon from the pizza guy because of the amount of pizza you eat. Well, there was one good thing about you eating all that pizza."

"Mom. You should analyze a situation before doing something. Now, what clothes am I going to wear?"

"I should analyze like how you do? By pretending to be someone from a novel? Anyway, you have so many other clothes. What's the problem with wearing all these clothes?" she asks in a tone mixed with annoyance and sarcasm.

I look at all the clothes in front of me. They are all skirts or frock that are embroidered as well as in the size extra large. I bought them with Sara when we were best friends. At least I thought we were best friends for a month. She was the only friend I had ever had in sixteen years of my life but she also dumped me after she got to know me and joined the Barbie's gang.

"Mom I never wear those clothes you know that. Can't you please buy me jeans and shirt for today?"

"Aren't you whining a lot today, girlie. You're getting late for school. Either you wear these or you can wear your brother's shirt which sticks of deodorant." My mom says making a disgusted face.

"Fine." I huff before pushing my mom out of my room and slamming the door to show how annoyed I am. My mom mutters something like "Teenagers" from the other side of the door.

I pick out the loosest and longest frock I can find but the dress still sticks to my body and reaches my knees. I tie the lace in the back with some difficulty and smoothen out my dress in front of the mirror.

I have read enough books to know what would happen to a beautiful girl. But I look like an absolute potato in such dresses. All my fat sticks out in such tight dresses. For a girl who is already bullied, my bullies are going to have a party time today. But I can't deny the fact that the dress is really beautiful, even though I look horrible in it. The red satin dress has small floral designs in the neck border and in the end. Also, the ruby red dress is a slightly backless, starting below my shoulder blades. The redness of the dress makes my turquoise colored eyes pop out.

Just as I am opening the door, I hear my brother's voice "Celestine, are you creating the Taj Mahal in there? What's taking so long...oh" My brother's hazel brown eyes travel over my dress disapprovingly as if I have committed a crime.

"I know I look like a potato. Let's go to school." I say, swinging my bag over my shoulder and taking some pizza slices to stuff in my mouth during the car ride.

"You don't look like a potato. You look like my sister." My brother, Calvin, says as he gets the car keys. I turn around and give him a big smile. If there is anyone who really cares about me, it's my family. Even though I don't have any friends, my family is my constant support.

"You may look slightly like a tomato though." My brother says with a sly grin. I laugh and slap his shoulders. I head to the car with him and pull out my earplugs.

My brother and I are polar opposites. He gets everyone's attention, I get my bully's attention a.k.a the Barbie's. He is a football jock and I am a book geek. He likes listening to hardcore metal and I like pop songs.

As we park in our spot, everyone's gaze is on us. I don't know if it's my brother who is attracting attention or me. I haven't even gotten out of the car, how can they see my dress. This is gonna be an interesting day for everyone.

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