It was Saturday. Anne slowly got out of bed and stumbled over to her dresser. She stared at her reflection in the mirror wearily. She had just woken up but she already felt terrible.
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'I'm not even dressed yet, I'm sure I'll look better once I'm all ready.' She thought half-heartedly.
She took a shower, dried her hair and got dressed. Then she got dressed a million more times. She tried on almost all of her clothes, but nothing seemed to look good to her.
'Why do I have to be so disgustingly skinny? My ribs stick out and I basically look like a 10 year old. And my skin is so pale and it contrasts with my freckles, why do I have to have these stupid dots all over my face? And my hair, urgh! I hate my hair so much, it's so bright and orange, why can't I have lovely raven black curls like Diana's?' All these negative (and untrue) thoughts exhausted her.
She decided to put on some music on her phone, and the song 'Prom Queen' came on. She related to it at the moment, although the narrator's situation was slightly different.
She finally chose an outfit: A light denim jacket over a grey t-shirt with black trousers and her converse. She still didn't like it very much, but it was the best she could do at that moment, in her opinion.
She had thought about using makeup but every time she tried to cover up her freckles it just made them stand out even more, and she didn't have much anyway.
'Maybe I should try harder'
Anne looked at the curling iron sitting on her dresser, barely ever used. Maybe she could have lovely locks like Ruby's. She was so sweet and cute and everyone loved her. Everyone in the squad seemed to have a role.
'Diana's the mom friend, Charlie's the one who provides snacks, Jane wants to be a singer, Moody's the funny one, Gilbert's the smart one, Cole's the artsy one,Tillie's the meme kween, Jerry's the annoying one... what am I?'
Anne sighed, and put the curling iron and makeup away in a drawer. She wanted to be okay with the way she looked on her own first. Besides, she didn't have that much time.
She went downstairs and had breakfast with Matthew and Marilla. Jerry had had a sleepover at Charlie's house the night before, and he would probably still be asleep when she got there.
She tried to act normal around Matthew and Marilla, but they noticed she wasn't as talkative or cheerful as usual.
"Are you alright, Anne?" Matthew asked gently.
"You just seem a little... tired." Said Marilla with concern.
'Great, I look even worse now.' Anne thought. 'I probably have huge bags under my eyes.'
