I read the rules and regulations for the contest over and over again in my mind, mulling over how I was going to respond. Name? That was easy. Age? Simple! Why I want to meet Josh? I could name a thousand reasons. Looks? That was the tricky part. I've never really been fond of the way I looked; I just don't understand how I would describe my appearance!
Sighing, I stand up from my desk and go downstairs. I open the refrigerator and grab a soda, and whip out my phone. Popping open the tab, I unlock my phone and open the messaging app.Twirling my thumbs over the screen, I think. I wanted to ask someone for their advice, but who? My parents would just give me the mushy answer of: "Marissa, you are beautiful and perfect." Quite frankly, I don't want that. I want the truth in my letter. But who should I ask?
That decision was made for me when my phone starts to vibrate in my hand. I look down at the caller I.D. and see it's my best friend Natalia.
I click answer and put the phone against my ear. "Hey, Natalia."
"What?" I ask, confused.
I could practically hear her grin through the phone. "Guess who aced the math test!"
"Wait, what?" Natalia's worst subject was math, the odds of her acing a test were next to none.
"I got an one and two zeros on the test! I got this tutor, and he had been helping me. He's super hot, too."
I leaned forward, interested. Smart cute guys were rare. "Good for you," I say.
"So..." She sighs.
"Natalia, how would you describe how I look?"
"What do you mean? Are you entering in the competition?"
"Maybe. Maybe not." I grin. "But seriously, how would you describe my looks?"
She then launched into a long description on the precise color of my eyes, skin, and hair, even down to my 'perfectly rounded fingernails'. I was starting to form an idea.
Boy, did I have a lot of work ahead of me.