Itsn't She Lovely?

19 year old Makayla Rice is your average teenage girl. Everyone thinks she is wierd, and only looks at her flaws. But by the end of the day she is too tired to care about that so she just dances away her pain, sarrow, and insecurities. But is there accutually someone who is willing to look past her flaws, and lookat her on the inside not out. Does she meet someone who loves with the heart, and not the eyes. MUST READ TO FIND OUT!!!

No pressure or anyhing... o.o???


1. Chapter 1

Makayla's POV

The sound of my alarm clock goes blaring through the house. I guess it's another day. Let's get up, and face it head on! (A/N she is very confident when alone... yeah soo ) I run down stairs. It is quiet like always. So piecful. I really wish it didn't have to be like this. I was much more happy when my family was here. But, I don't know exactly who my family was. I was found in the park trash bin, and an old women heard my inocent cry for help. She loved me, and took me into her home. Some time about when I was three she passed away. I hid in this house ever since. Her's, and mine's old house. I walk to the door, and look at what the world is gonna hit me with today. But, I shouldn't have spoke too soon. As soon as I open the door I am hit in the face with the daily news. I guess life really did hit me with something. I see a  hand in front of my face. I accept the friendly invite, and jump back up to my feet. I look in front of me to see the most cheeky smile ever. I think I remember him from school. But, then again am not good at remembering faces. "Thank you." I say giving a forced smile. My head was spinning. "Sorry I didn't mean to hit you with the paper do you need any ice?" he asked looking a little too concerned. "No I am fine but, if you don't mind me asking what is your name?" I ask. "Harry. It is a pleasure to meet some one as pretty this in the morning so I should be thanking you." he says taking my hand in his. "I just finished my paper rout so do you maybe want to walk to school with me?" he asks blushing. "No need to be shy. Sure come on in." I say gesturng toward the empty house behind me. "Could you wait for awhile. I need to get dressed." I say looking at him eyeing the picture of Nana. "Yeah sure." he says keeping focus on that picture like hiim life depended in it. Whateve's. I walk into my room, and pull on some black shorts, some black knee high uggs, and a black shirt that said "Rock like royalty..." on it. I look myself down. WOW! I was a mess. No wonder why people never looked at me wierd. I brush out my reddish blonde hair, and decide to curl it today. I pull out the eyeline, and put on a nice amount on, and put on some black eye shadow. (A/N her fav color is black if you haven't guessed. ) I curled my lashes, and put on some massacra. Now I  was pleased with how I looked. I grab my bag, and am off on my jorney to the living room. He is sitting there gawking at me. Me being snarky I reply "Take a picture it will last longer." He pulls out him phone, and does as told. I pull him buy his hand. "Come on if you don't get your fat but upp I am gonna be late for Mrs. Monica's class!"

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