The Girl Everybody Loves To Hate

She walks down the aisle swiftly, Shutting the silent whispers from around. Her long mane covers most of her small fair face; and the teardrops, casting down. She sits at the far end of the hall - Envying others through her dark raven cloak. Wistfully longing to be one among them; At least one mate she could call her own.    She dries her deep set eyes secretly, pretending to be lost in work. All the while listening to the cheery jovial echoes in vicious disgust. She sees a guy at a distance - the same she refused a date; Along with a pretty girl, who could have been her BFF, if not for her foolish stuck-up traits. I’m different,” she claims, rather unapologetically, making the others quietly smirk. The lonely fair dame, unknowingly Had become the bait for all jokes.