The Girl Who Never Get in the Spotlight

Her name is Calla, taken from the most beautiful, well-known lily.

But no, Calla never received the same amount of attention as her namesake did.

Since she was in middle school, Calla had been the mediocre student. She joined a club or two and had a group of friends. In the group, however, she never been the pretty one, the smart one, the nice one, or the attractive one. She was only Calla, the girl who never get in the spotlight.

Time passed. Calla went to highschool. Everything, however, remained about the same if not getting worse. Every single time Calla had a crush on a guy, the guy always, always got warm to her. But no, he was never interested in getting close to Calla. She was only a tool for him to get close to her best friend.

Her best friend who always been the pretty one, the smart one, the nice one, and the attractive one: the whole package. Her best friend knew all the guys who were using Calla, and she never ever accepted any of them as her boyfriend. She was, afterall, the nice one.

But Calla was hurt. Calla knew that she would never win. Calla realized she was nothing compared to her best friend. Or anyone else, for that matter.

So one day, in college, after the hundredth time a guy she had fell for tried to befriend her to be with her best friend, Calla made promised to herself.

One day, she said, when I could get a chance of happiness with a guy, even just a slight chance, I would chase the opportunity and seize it. After I caught it, I would flaunt it to the world, so everyone could see how successful I am in being happy.

And that is how the world accidentally forms a monster, from happiness.