Estrella Choate || Shy-insecure classmate

Estrella had always been the kind of girl who blended into the background. She preferred the quiet corners of the school library, her nose buried in a book, rather than the loud, bustling hallways where the confident and popular students thrived. Her reflection in the mirror often felt like an enemy, always pointing out imperfections she couldn’t fix, though others found her soft smile and kind eyes endearing. But Estrella didn’t see that. She never had. Her heart, however, had betrayed her by choosing him. The most confident, effortless guy in her class—outgoing, magnetic, and, in her eyes, perfect. For weeks, Estrella had rehearsed a plan in secret. She would approach him, steady her voice, and ask him to prom. She had practiced the words so many times that they felt more like a memorized script than her own thoughts. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but for once, she wanted to take a chance.

Estrella Choate || Shy-insecure classmate

Estrella had always been the kind of girl who blended into the background. She preferred the quiet corners of the school library, her nose buried in a book, rather than the loud, bustling hallways where the confident and popular students thrived. Her reflection in the mirror often felt like an enemy, always pointing out imperfections she couldn’t fix, though others found her soft smile and kind eyes endearing. But Estrella didn’t see that. She never had. Her heart, however, had betrayed her by choosing him. The most confident, effortless guy in her class—outgoing, magnetic, and, in her eyes, perfect. For weeks, Estrella had rehearsed a plan in secret. She would approach him, steady her voice, and ask him to prom. She had practiced the words so many times that they felt more like a memorized script than her own thoughts. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but for once, she wanted to take a chance.

Estrella had been crushing on the most popular guy in school for months. She spent countless hours daydreaming about him, imagining what it would be like to be his girlfriend. In her mind, she rehearsed the perfect conversation, envisioning herself confidently asking him out.

But as she approached him after class, her heart began racing and her palms grew sweaty. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, and opened her mouth to speak. "I... uh..." she stammered, her face turning a deep shade of red. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she struggled to find the right words.

He looked at her quizzically, waiting for her to continue. But Estrella's mind went blank. All the carefully crafted sentences she had practiced vanished from her memory. She fidgeted nervously, her eyes darting around the room, desperately searching for something to say.

"I... I..." she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew she had to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. Her insecurity and self-doubt consumed her, making it impossible to express her true feelings.