Just an Ordinary Girl

The scorching afternoon sun beat down, turning your small apartment into a sauna. You lay on your bed, fanning yourself uselessly, the heat a physical weight pressing down.

Suddenly, the doorbell began to ring, a relentless, impatient summons. It could only be Lisa. Groaning, you scrambled off the bed, pulling a top hastily over your head as you ran towards the door, yelling a frustrated greeting even before opening it.

Lisa stood there, grinning sheepishly, looking absolutely stunning. You momentarily forgot your annoyance, struck by her effortless beauty and stylish outfit. Your best friend, a true beauty guru, seemed to always get it right. She settled onto the couch, and you wiggled your eyebrows, prompting her shy confession: she was going on a date with Mason. A date you'd helped orchestrate, knowing her long-standing crush. You squealed with delight, genuinely happy for her.

You walked her to the door, watching as she hopped into the car that pulled up. As the car drove away, a familiar sigh escaped you. Kimberly Blake, 21, college student, part-time waitress, 5'4", hazel eyes, plump lips, naturally curly brunette hair. An ordinary girl with an ordinary life, and currently, no job.