Bad, they don't even recognize her.

A beautiful black girl opened the door of the frat house, with a look of disdain.

"Yeah, what do you want ?"

"Lea, what the fuck ? It's me... Laura !" Told her the woman, shocked that she wasn't even recognized by one of her friends.

The girl raised an eyebrow.

"You may somewhat look like Laura, but she's not some flat board wannabe. Now get lost, bitch !"

With that she closed the door on Laura who pleaded her to wait.

Alone again, Laura left and walked down the street to her apartment. She had no one left, no one to be with her. She was more sad than pissed, how can a popular girl like her find herself alone when she need someone ?

"What's with the long face ?"

The voice came from the front yard of the campus building. On a bench, a guy, long black hairs, Metallica T-shirt, on the chubby side, was looking at her. Usually, she would have said to fuck off and she would have walk away. But today, she needed someone to talk, anyone.

"I had a bad day, and I'm not sure tomorrow will be better." She finally said.

"That fall on your ass was that bad ?" He said jokingly.

"You were the guy who bumped into me !" She shouted.

"Well, we bumped into each others, but yeah..."

Laura didn't looked much at him earlier, so she only recognized him now. She joined him on the bench and leaned on him.

"I feel like I'm losing control of my life..." She said.

"What make you think you had control over it in the first place ?" He told her, short after.

Laura was about to answer, but she realized that her perfect boyfriend always prioritized his friends over her. Her friends were mostly about look and showed that they wouldn't even recognize her if she changed a bit...

"I had control over my look..." She finally said.

"It was an illusion, looks change fast, in a year you can take fifty kilos, lose a limb, or break your jaw. Life is a rapid, you can only control what you can reach and lose it any time. So, don't be bummed for too long when you lose something, you may miss something else to grab onto."

Laura looked at him with intensity.

"Oh wise, man, were did you get all that knowledge ? Chinese biscuit ?"

He laughed and showed her a book. "It's from a book I'm reading."

"So, I shouldn't cry over the lost of my beauty, and look up for what life have for me ?"

"You can cry about the lost, just not be blinded by it and ignoring the rest. Or you will lose even more."

Laura frowned, thinking about it. That guys calm and logics was actually making her feel better.

"And... uh... I don't know what's going on, but... uh... I find you pretty..." Added the man, with a lot of hesitation.

Laura looked at him, ready to tell him to mind his fucking business, that he didn't know shit. But he has been the only one really nice to her today, and it felt good.

"... thanks..." She finally said.

Laura stood up and turned to him, offering to shake her hand.

"I have to go, I'm Laura by the way."

He shaked her hand with a firm grip.

"I'm Mike !"

"Nice to meet you."

With that she left and walked back to her apartment, tomorrow will be another day.