Week 9: Vigenette

She looked at picture in a wedding magazine. The images within were soon snipped away and unceremoniously taped to a page in a scrap book. The girl stared at the images for a long while, then glanced in the mirror. A pimple face, braces and glasses wearing pre-teen stared back at her. She sighed and shoved the mop of brown hair back off her face. She had decided long ago that no one could possibly love her.

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The doctor peered through the gigantic contraption, the girl stared back through it and could see that the doctor's face was magnified, as he twisted knobs, he became farther and farther away. The doctor leaned back and said, "How would you like me to fit you with contacts?". The girl squealed in delight.

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She walked into school, her shoulders were held higher then normal, and the confidence in her head had radiated to her entire body. The minute she walked into her classroom, all eyes seemed to turn to her. It was as if every boy in her glass had finally seen her for who she was. She struck her most model like pose and smiled widely. 

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She swiped the makeup brush on her cheek and then smiled at herself in the mirror. Satisfied with the result, she set the veil upon her head. Her face was smiling but her eyes were sad. She looked scared and lost. She hastened her resolve and marched to the waiting area where her father stood, ready to give her away.

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The judge banged his gavel, and a paper was shoved into her hand. Dissolution of Marriage was emblazoned across the top of the papers. She looked up, he was gone.