A/N: This story isn't mine. It was written by Wendy. Her sister Mattie asked me to post it for Wendy, so here it is. All credit goes to Wendy. And if she chooses to create an account one day (which I encourage her to), this story should rightfully be under her username. Again I own nothing.
Look at me
Jeanette looked up from the bathroom sink, tears running down her face. Her eyes were swollen and her face was red. Why would anyone think she was pretty?
I will never pass for a perfect bride
Jeanette put on her glasses, and immediately regretted it. Now, she could see herself clearly. She wasn't pretty like Brittany, or even cute, like Eleanor.
Or a perfect daughter
Jeanette ran a hand over her hair. It was plain brown, not anything special, like auburn or red. Just boring brown. She tugged at her bun and it popped free.
Can it be?
Jeanette peered through her locks of brown hair that had fallen. And her eyes. Just green. Not ice blue, brown, or hazel. Plain as day.
I'm not to play this part
Jeanette used a tissue to wipe away some tears. And on stage, everyone would go to Brittany for photos and Eleanor for autographs. She would just stand to the side and watch.
Now I see
That if I were truly to be myself
Jeanette looked down at her clothes. Blue sweater, purple skirt, blue shoes. It was the same thing every day, but she liked it.
I would break my family's heart
Jeanette slowly walked out of the bathroom, hoping her eyes weren't still red and swollen. She walked into her bed room, and stopped in her tracks.
Who is that girl I see?
Jeanette stood frozen at the door, watching her secret crush, Simon, sit on her lavender bed. She quickly rubbed her eyes, and wiped off her face.
Staring straight back at me
But she wasn't fast enough. Simon saw Jeanette wiping off her face and stood up. "Jeanette, have you been crying?
Why would my reflection show
Jeanette didn't answer, just sat down on the bed. "I just, I think I'm not pretty." There, she said it! It felt like a weight was lifted off her chest.
Someone I don't know?
Simon held her shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes. "Jeanette, look at me. You're the most beautiful person in the world."
Somehow I cannot hide
Jeanette looked up. "But, what do you mean?" How could he possibly think that she was more beautiful than her sisters?
Who I am, though I've tried
Simon smiled. "First, you have the most deep, emerald eyes. Second, your hair is soft and brown. Third, you're sweet, making you beautiful inside and out."
When will my reflection show
Jeanette blushed and nervously giggled. "Really? Do you mean that?" He was the sweetest boy on earth! And he was sitting right in front of her.
Who I am, inside?
Simon kissed her cheek. "Of course. I can't think of anyone more beautiful. Forget mirrors, they just tell you on the outside. But, on the inside…" He picked up her purple geode on the side of the bed.
When will my reflection show
Jeanette gasped, and looked at the glittering crystal. Was he right? She looked up into his cerulean eyes, and was sure of it. He leaned over and kissed her again.
Who I am
Simon walked out the door, but paused. "I'll see you tomorrow. And don't forget." He pointed to the geode and waved before he left.
Jeanette walked down the hall, and stopped in front of the hall mirror. She smiled, and stepped into Eleanor's room, having something to tell her about.