The other girls are chatting as they leaf through a fashion magazine.
Today, like always, I'm watching them from the edge of the classroom—not that I'm uninterested in their conversation.
After all, I quietly follow the fashion influencers I admire on social media.
But it doesn't feel like my place to chime in, so I just sit and watch from the sidelines.
Even if I were to speak up, I'm sure they would just wonder why I've changed all of a sudden. They'll assume I'm just going with the flow to fit in—or that I'm trying to act more mature than I am.
Ding-ding! ♪
I see a notification on my phone screen telling me my favorite influencer has posted an update.
Huh? Hey, isn't this Helios?!
Helios always appears bright and cheerful in her pictures—but not today. Today, she's a demure lady.
"Peep the fresh new drip! Aren't the vibes just immaculate?!"
This isn't her usual self. She's refreshingly alluring—like a sophisticated madam.
I can tell she's enjoying herself—enjoying the change, as if she appreciates being seen differently by those around her.
I used to think that change was scary, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should try changing a bit... I could start with the small things...
Once again, I look up at at my classmates talking excitedly about the "Best of Umastagram" article before them.
"Hey, mind if I join you guys?"
Today, like always, I'm watching them from the edge of the classroom—not that I'm uninterested in their conversation.
After all, I quietly follow the fashion influencers I admire on social media.
But it doesn't feel like my place to chime in, so I just sit and watch from the sidelines.
Even if I were to speak up, I'm sure they would just wonder why I've changed all of a sudden. They'll assume I'm just going with the flow to fit in—or that I'm trying to act more mature than I am.
Ding-ding! ♪
I see a notification on my phone screen telling me my favorite influencer has posted an update.
Huh? Hey, isn't this Helios?!
Helios always appears bright and cheerful in her pictures—but not today. Today, she's a demure lady.
"Peep the fresh new drip! Aren't the vibes just immaculate?!"
This isn't her usual self. She's refreshingly alluring—like a sophisticated madam.
I can tell she's enjoying herself—enjoying the change, as if she appreciates being seen differently by those around her.
I used to think that change was scary, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should try changing a bit... I could start with the small things...
Once again, I look up at at my classmates talking excitedly about the "Best of Umastagram" article before them.
"Hey, mind if I join you guys?"