My name is Mary Sue, and no boy could ever love a girl like me, with my cat ears, tail and angel wings. I had long dark hair instead of blonde hair, and pale skin instead of a golden tan. With my petite sylph-like body, I was certainly no match for the girls in my year group who had far bigger breasts and butts than I. Their complaints about back pains and difficulty in buying fitting clothes fell on deaf ears. Today, wearing my best blouse and skirt, I was going to speak to the boy I was madly in love with for a day. I remember when I first saw him standing in the hallway, with his dark spiked hair, piercings and piercing stare….I knew right then and there I was madly in love with him.
I was in the hallway, ready to finally confess my feelings to him after twenty-four absolutely unbearable hours of waiting. There he was, standing alone in the school hallway. Clearly he didn't have a care in the world as other people walked past, but I had still hoped that he would take notice of me. Seeing as I am suddenly so difficult to notice with my cat ears, tail and angel wings. I was about to talk to him when I saw her standing in front of him. Another girl, clearly prettier than me and every bit the girl I described earlier and standing in front of him. Of course she's in love with him and of course he's in love with her. I can't hear a word either of them are saying but I assume that they have any connection of any kind.
I ran, I ran as far as my small feet would carry me, up the stairs to the school rooftop which was always empty and not off limits for a poor girl like me to cry her heart out. I was more dramatic for me to run than it was for me to use my angle wings to fly. "Why brooding emo boy, why won't you notice me? You seem to take notice of other people even though you act so distant. Everyone says that you don't care about anything, but in my twenty four hours of knowing you I know that's not true." I cried, I hated the way my eyes became larger and even more doll-like when I cried. I sat there and wallowed in my sadness and misery, brought on by a bland brooding boy that I had only known for a day. I stared up at the sky as it began to rain, I didn't care as I sat on the cold tiled rooftop floor. Of course my cat features were immune to the rain and my angel wings were lil swan feathers. I cried and I cried as the pathetic fallacy rain poured down on top of me. It was all symbolic of my plight so I wasn't going to catch a death of cold out in the rain.
I suddenly heard the door open and I whipped my head around, and there he stood, the boy I was in love with. I didn't even know his name now that I thought about it, but my heart ached nonetheless because I can't tell love from infatuation. "Mary" he said in a deep low voice. I didn't know his name but he knew mine, my heart felt like it was going to soar. Out of nowhere he too grew angel wings, but his were larger and darker in order to create contrast (and also because he's emo). He used his angel wing to form a shade for me because he really does have a heart of gold, despite the fact that he never gives any fucks about anyone else. I still wondered what he was doing giving any fucks about a bland and clearly boring girl like me? "Mary I wanted to tell you that, I'm secretly in love with you" he said in a deadpan voice. I stood up and turned to face him, I couldn't believe what I had just heard because my cat ears have the hearing of regular human ears.
"What did you say?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious and that I was doing it for dramatic effect.
The emo boy took a step closer to me, "I said I'm in love with you, you absolutely flawless creature that (literally) looks like an angel". The back of his hand brushed dramatically on my smooth cheek which didn't have any whiskers poking out of it. "I'm in love with you and you are a foolish girl if you don't realise how beautiful and precious you are to me. I've known that ever since our eyes met yesterday that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my days". He kissed me and his angel wings parted from around me so that we could kiss whilst getting rained on. His lips never left mine as he picked me up bridal style and prepared his wing for taking off , because I haven't made any use of my own wings and they're just there for decoration and to be a metaphor. With a dramatic sweep of his dark angel wings, we were launched into the sky.
The rain had stopped because I was happy, and as we flew high above the clouds I asked him a question I should have asked ages ago. "What is your name?" I finally asked.
"Gary Stu" he said, and we lived happily ever after of course. The End.631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjNvWcbMet8
