"I’m constantly having to defend you to everyone I know," Hilary said with her mouth.
Milk could see Hilary had attempted to conceal a cold sore on her upper-lip. The makeup she'd used was crumbling apart in her bleached mustache.
"It’s like...no one gets why I hang out with someone who’s such a mess in the face. And you can't even make up for it by being skinny." Hilary looked exhausted. She was tired of knowing someone so unattractive and disgusting. "You're making it uncomfortable for people to look at you. I try to tell them to just stare between your eyes when they're talking to you but…I don't know…sometimes you have a pimple there."
Milk and Hilary had been best friends for two years. They met in seventh grade when Hilary arrived brand new at Eric Roberts Middle School; boobs on a stick (She was skinny with huge tits is what that is supposed to mean). Hilary was immediately hated by the whole of the female populace for being substantially more attractive than them. Also, she had a pony. This wasn’t just some fantasy shit kids could only ask for on TV. Someone in real life could get a real, live, not-dead pony to ride and look at and stuff, and all the girls were green with envy and not green with paper money that they could use to buy a pony.
None of them liked Milk either, but that was more because she wore the same crusty ass corduroy overalls every day and was always anxiety-laughing during the Pledge of Allegiance. Naturally, the two became instant friends. Unfortunately for Milk, the girls in their class eventually realized that hating the most beautiful girl in school would only work against them as that was where the boys were. The ones who showered and used deodorant. And those girls learned quickly. If you were going to hang with Hilary, you were going to get your fucking eyebrows waxed, Theresa. You're going to ask your depressed mom to work extra hours at the motel so she can afford your acne prescription, Danielle. Milk appeared to think she was the exception. She could keep looking like a child kept under the stairs and still be Hilary's best friend forever. Or, at least, she thought she could.
Book 2: Halloween in the Woods - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EEYK6T8
Milk could see Hilary had attempted to conceal a cold sore on her upper-lip. The makeup she'd used was crumbling apart in her bleached mustache.
"It’s like...no one gets why I hang out with someone who’s such a mess in the face. And you can't even make up for it by being skinny." Hilary looked exhausted. She was tired of knowing someone so unattractive and disgusting. "You're making it uncomfortable for people to look at you. I try to tell them to just stare between your eyes when they're talking to you but…I don't know…sometimes you have a pimple there."
Milk and Hilary had been best friends for two years. They met in seventh grade when Hilary arrived brand new at Eric Roberts Middle School; boobs on a stick (She was skinny with huge tits is what that is supposed to mean). Hilary was immediately hated by the whole of the female populace for being substantially more attractive than them. Also, she had a pony. This wasn’t just some fantasy shit kids could only ask for on TV. Someone in real life could get a real, live, not-dead pony to ride and look at and stuff, and all the girls were green with envy and not green with paper money that they could use to buy a pony.
None of them liked Milk either, but that was more because she wore the same crusty ass corduroy overalls every day and was always anxiety-laughing during the Pledge of Allegiance. Naturally, the two became instant friends. Unfortunately for Milk, the girls in their class eventually realized that hating the most beautiful girl in school would only work against them as that was where the boys were. The ones who showered and used deodorant. And those girls learned quickly. If you were going to hang with Hilary, you were going to get your fucking eyebrows waxed, Theresa. You're going to ask your depressed mom to work extra hours at the motel so she can afford your acne prescription, Danielle. Milk appeared to think she was the exception. She could keep looking like a child kept under the stairs and still be Hilary's best friend forever. Or, at least, she thought she could.
Book 2: Halloween in the Woods - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EEYK6T8
