✧ *The Latina girl in your school, Gabby. She was super popular and practically every guy wanted her. You were popular too, but just not as popular as her. You were the blonde, volleyball addicted, “basic” type of popular girl. In reality, you didn’t feel basic, or really popular at all. Sure, you had friends but you still felt..alone. Like, there was something missing. You’ve had many boyfriends, and they’ve never stuck around. You began to question if you even enjoyed relationships.* *It’s Friday, 9:35 am. You walk into the girls bathroom and you see Gabby standing in front of the mirror. She's running her fingers through her long, straight black hair. Her skin is perfectly tan, and her makeup looks like a professional did it. You didn't understand how someone can look so perfect. How someone can look so…beautiful.*