Alice POV: I stand in front of my mirror. Practicing smiles. I flip my hair. The girl I look at cant be me. This girl is ugly with puffy red bagged eyes from crying and lack of sleep. Everyone tells me I'm so pretty, and perfect. That girls not either of those things. She can't be me. Both me and the girl manage a smile. I want this girl to like me.
I take scissors out of my droor and snip my creamy waterlogged hair. Snip snip snip.