Ugly Girl

The Ugly Girl is a scary story written by a member of this website named Greed01 in collaboration with ScaryForKids. It’s about a young girl who is popular, beautiful and seems to have it all. Things go wrong when an ugly girl arrives at her school and becomes obsessed with her.

The Ugly Girl

My name is Heather Stefano and I’m 13 years old. I am the most popular girl in the whole school. I’m also the most beautiful. As you can imagine, everyone is jealous of me. My dad is rich and he buys me whatever I ask for. My parents are busy with their lives and they pretty much let me do what I want.

I forgot to mention, I have the most handsome boyfriend. His name is Kenneth Osborne. He’s 20 years old and he’s in a biker gang. He told me he is going to marry me, and before you say anything… Yes, it’s legal!

I live in New Hampshire. You can get married here when you’re thirteen if you want to. You just need the permission of your parents. I haven’t told my parents about Kenneth yet. If they found out, they’d just be bitching and moaning and demanding that I break up with him. My parents are so lame.

Whenever my boyfriend roars into the parking lot on his motorcycle to pick me up, everyone in school stares at me like I have two heads. They’re so jealous. They just wish they could have a boyfriend as handsome and cool as Kenneth.

Well, if I’m the most beautiful girl in school, you’re probably wondering who the ugliest is. That would be Janine Miller. She sits next to me in class. Janine is the kind of girl you can’t resist slapping. She is just way too ugly. “Circus-ugly” is what I call it. She fell out of the ugly tree and her face hit every branch on the way down.

From the moment she first came to my school, she started hanging around me like a lost puppy. It was pathetic. I guess because we sat next to each other, she thought we could be friends. She kept asking if she could be friends with me. No matter how much she begged and pleaded, I always told her, “No!”

One day, I cornered her in the corridor after class and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck.

“Why are you always following me around?” I yelled. “What do you want from me?”

“I just want to be your friend,” replied Janine.

“Look, get this through your thick skull once and for all, Bitch!” I shouted. “I don’t want to hang with you. I will never want to hang with you. I wouldn’t even be seen dead with you. Don’t you understand? You and me, we’re not even from the same universe. I’m beautiful and you’re ugly.”

At that, Janine burst into tears and ran off. I was glad she finally got the message.

On the last day of school before the Summer holidays, Janine updated her Facebook status.

“OMG, I’m finally gonna have my plastic surgery! My parents agreed to pay for it! OMG WISH ME LUCK GUYS!”

Everybody was leaving her comments like “Good for you, Janine!” and “Wish you luck!” It was sickening.

I left her a comment saying, “Don’t worry, Janine. Whatever they do to your face, you’ll always be ugly to me.”

That got a lot of laughs.

Summer turned out to be a disaster. My boyfriend, Kenneth, got arrested by the police. They said he was a drug dealer and charged him with possession and intent to distribute, whatever that means. I only found out about it because I read it in the newspaper.

The article also said he was 30 years old and his wife was arrested as well. I was so stunned, I didn’t know what to believe. He was older than he said he was? He had a wife? Was he cheating on me? I had to see him and find out for myself.

When I went to visit him in prison, I was in tears. The orange jumpsuit he was wearing was so unfashionable. He told me he was totally innocent. The police had framed him.

I listened as he told me how two cops had planted the drugs on him because they were so jealous of how cool he was. They also made up a story for the newspaper about how he was 30 and he had a wife because they were trying to destroy his lovelife.

Kenneth said the police were so corrupt that most of the people in prison were actually innocent and the really guilty ones were still out roaming the streets.

For the rest of the Summer, I visited him every day. I spent so much time behind those prison walls, I was beginning to feel like I lived there. I lost touch with all my friends from school, but I didn’t care. I had Kenneth. That was all I wanted.

In the visiting room, he would hold my hand and tell me how much he loved me. He promised he wouldn’t cheat on me while he was in prison. To prove it, he even gave me an engagement ring. I asked him where he got it, but he just said, “Shhhhh! The cops might be listening.”

When the Summer ended, I had to go back to school again and I couldn’t visit Kenneth anymore. I was devastated. He said he was getting out of prison in a few months and then we would be together. Nobody would ever be able to separate us again.

On the first day of school, when I showed up for class, everyone was stunned and confused.

“What’s going on, guys?” I asked. “Did something change??? Whutt???”

My best friend, Tiffany, stared at me. “Who are you?” she asked.

“Duh! I’m Heather,” I cried. “Heather Stefano. What’s gotten into you Tiffany?”

“But……”

“But whaaaat?????”

“Then who is that girl over there????”

Tiffany led me over to the girl she had been pointing at. I took one look at her and gasped in surprise. The girl looked exactly like me! She could have been my twin sister. The resemblance was uncanny. No wonder all my friends were so confused.

“What the hell is going on!” I shouted. “Who are you?!?!”

“Uhm…” the girl mumbled. She was trying to avoid the question.

I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out into the corridor.

“You better start talking or I’ll punch your lights out!” I yelled.

“OK! OK! I’ll tell you,” said the girl. “But let’s talk in the bathroom.”

I stormed into the girls’ toilets and she followed me.

“So?” I demanded.

She hung her head and stared at the ground.

Finally, she mumbled, “I’m Janine.”

“Janine? D-d-did you copied my face?!??!”

“OMG HEATHER I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”

I shoved her up against the wall.

“BITCH, WHY DID YOU STEAL MY FACE?!!??!” I screamed.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she took out a knife and stabbed me in the stomach. At first I was so shocked that I didn’t feel anything. I looked down in disbelief and watched as blood began pouring out and splattering all over the floor. Clutching my belly, I collapsed on the ground and started writhing in agony.

“Because I want to BE you,” said Janine. “I’m obsessed with your looks. I am so jealous of you and Ken. I wish I WAS you. I wish I was popular and beautiful and had so many friends I could treat everyone like dirt.”

I could barely talk. I was in such horrible pain that all I could managed was a gurgle.

“Do you feel the pain, now?” she asked. “Do you feel it? That’s the pain I’ve been feeling all my life. I may have been ugly on the outside, but that’s nothing compared to how ugly you were on the inside.”

The life was slowly ebbing from my veins and I begged Janine to call an ambulance. She ignored me and instead, began removing my clothes.

She washed the blood off her knife and put it back in her pocket. She dressed herself in my clothes and made sure there were no bloodstains on them.

Then, as I lost consciousness, she dragged me into one of the stalls and left me there, bleeding to death. She locked the door from the outside so nobody would find me for a while. After that, she returned to class like nothing had happened.

“Hi girls!” said Janine breezily as she walked into the classroom.

“Are you Heather??” asked my friends.

“Of course I’m Heather, you silly bitches!”

Tiffany smiled. “That’s Heather alright,” she said. “Nobody else has a foul mouth like that.”

Comments

  1. DemonicQueenzilla says

    They’re both cold hearted b*tches. One is ugly from the inside, and the other from the out, but they’re BOTH witches, twitches, wtv, you name it. Leaving someone to die like that is not cool, and telling someone they’re ugly cause you’re not is also not. Both are evil and matter of fact… they’re both twins :))

  2. serapina says

    i just read the first two paragraphs and it seems like that u r acting like heather from Dork Diaries

  3. Dusk_scarlet says

    Not scary & so common, sorry to say. Anyway the girl in the pic is really cute. So Heather Locklear.

  4. Anya says

    The stories on this website are supposed to be scary not cheesy oh & BTW @Fascinationscare your story sucks and if you think what I just said was harsh I really don’t care.

  5. RandomFloridian says

    It wasn’t original. I mean, the story was kinda cliché. I was expecting something scary, not weird. Still a good story, though.

  6. AssassinAbhay says

    @xx scaryboy xx do I Know you guy? if yes, then i’m gonna blast your raggy a**….

  7. fascinationscare says

    Hi, Im Alize and this is my story.

    So my sister, Avery and I, were walking to my friends house. We were having a sleepover. As always my sister and I brought the things we always bring for a sleepover: Make-up, make-up wipes, face wash, curling wands, sleeping bags,etc. As always there were 8 of us, including me. Avery, Jennifer, Maria, Arianna, Jassarae, Alyssa, and Demi. We were the best of friends. As we got there, we already heard loud music coming from the upstairs bedroom, as my sister and I were putting away our shoes in the living room. When we got to Demi’s room, her dog, Star, came up to us and started licking. So we did what we always did. We got into our pj’s and did eachother’s make-up and hair, we gossiped about everyone, We were the most popular girls in school so it wasnt really surprising to know whats going on. We texted cute boys, aside from my boyfriend and of course watched scary movies and stories. As it was my turn to finally tell a story we heard a big crash downstairs in the living room. By this time we were all quiet, Arianna turned off the boom box, Maria turned off the tv and Demi tried to keep her dog from barking. Everyone was scared, especially Demi because she always put something in front of the front door if someone ever came in and she would know if it was her mom because she would call her first. But they were no missed calls of her cell phone and the worst part was, we were all alone. As we sat frozen to the ground. we heard the door open and close. No, “Demi, I’m home!” signal or anything. After we heard the door shut there was a moment of silence. None of us dared to move a muscle or make a sound. Knowing by how scared Demi was by the expression on her face, Star knew it was serious so she just kept quiet. Then, we heard footsteps coming up the stairs it stopped as it hit the thirteenth step. Before it came here, whatever or whoever that was checked all the other room first because we were at the end of the hall. Last room it went to was Desi’s room, Demi’s older sister. We were frozen for ten minutes until we just assumed it was Desi so we all let out a sigh of relief and went back to having fun. We turned on the music and tv again and just started laughing, talking and having fun. After talking to eachother about who we should prank call first, we realized Demi had been quiet 10 minutes after Desi got into her room.

    “What’s wrong Demi?” asked Jassarae, brushing her hip lenthed light brown hair

    Demi kept silent, head down, her long jet black hair in her face. While holding her pillow towards her slim tan body.

    “Demi, stop. You’re scaring us!” said Maria, dark, but bright green eyes in anger and fear, tucking her dark copper medium lenthed hair behind her ear.

    “She’s just trying to scare us. You guys know she’s the “queen” of scaring people,” said Alyssa with her auburn bangs covering her light brown eyes.

    “Ya, I agree with Alyssa,” Jennifer said
    pushing her light copper hair back while rolling her dark blue eyes.

    As Demi was about to say something, she lifted her perfectly boned structured face with gray eyes, jumped out of bed and answered her ringing cell phone.

    “Hello, mom is this you? ok. ok. see you in 5 minutes. ok. bye, hurry.”

    By this we could tell she was nervous by the sound of her voice. In less than five minutes we heard the garage open and Demi’s mom calling out to her daughters name. Demi ran to her front door, but before she opened it she stood for a moment and listened. We hear Desi’s window open and then silence. Assuming Desi just wanted to have some cool air we pushed Demi out of the to greet Ms. Rose.

    The next day, we all met up with each other at the mall. Demi was still quiet and she looked exhausted. Fed up with her, we pushed her into the bathroom and asked whats going on.

    “Remember last night at my sleepover when you guys thought Desi came to her room?”

    We shook our heads.

    “Well as I told you guys last week, Desi was going off to college the same day we had our sleepover…”

    “Ya..so?” Jennifer asked rolling her eyes in annoyance

    “Well… her flight was in the morning… and her plane had already left… way before our sleepover…”

    All of us turned pale.

    So the question is.. what or who was with us last night?

    I know its not that great of a story and it needs touch up. But I worked pretty hard on this and I was really hopping you could fix it and post it up. :)

  8. Cassydi says

    I kinda agree with Happenstance. Kenneth didn’t really had to with the whole story. But oh well, i loved the story very much. Keep up the great work!

  9. happenstance says

    @scary boy nah if its your thing thats cool however i stick with the old statment could have done without the boyfriend part

  10. jay-jay87 says

    I don’t see what the whole sub-plot with kenneth had to do with the story but interesting read…

    Scaryforkids says: Well I added that whole subplot. It wasn’t in Greed01’s original story. It might seem unnecessary, but I had an idea for a story about a girl who was an airhead and found out the guy she was dating was much too old and in jail… I guess when I read Greed01’s story, I decided to merge it with the one in my head. I put it in to show how stupid the main girl is. She is boasting about her perfect life, but then we find out she is 13 and dating a married guy who is way too old for her anyway and he’s a drug dealer and he’s in prison. So it’s there to show that she is stupid and nobody should be jealous of her. :D

  11. creepypasta says

    @xx scaryboy xx , duh, it fits the story, a copycat. No offense @happenstance.

  12. I love drama says

    @SFK, hi, I love the cool stories that you have. Like really. Could you please take out the bad words. I’m not allowed to say them and their kinda getting in my mind {against my religion}. Thanks, I really do like ur stories. Dead serious. Thank you!

  13. xx scaryboy xx says

    @happenstance hey buddy,,,to rate stories are my job here, why are you copying me!??
    :(
    i’m doing this for a long time here!

  14. DeathlyPrincess says

    Cool it shows the messed up life of a bully which is in every school i should know becau I’m 13 too

  15. happenstance says

    WHAT THE FUG IS WITH THE 30 YEAR OLD BOYFRIEND I MEAN I THINK THEY COULD OF LEFT THAT PART OUT I RATE IT 6 out of 10 cookies

  16. xx scaryboy xx says

    Good one! Intresting and a bit diffrent than others! I will give it 6 out of 10 cookies!

  17. says

    Here is the original story: The Copycat by Greed01

    My name is Heather Stefan, I am the most beautiful yet popular girl in the whole school. While I was in the classroom, I sat next to the UGLIEST girl in school–Janine Miller. Janine was a girl who you couldn’t resist slapping. She was too ugly. She said she was going to have plastic surgery soon. I couldn’t wait for her to finally be pretty.

    Oh I forgot to mention, I had the MOST totally handsome boyfriend, Kenneth Osborn. Which was the crush of every girl in school. Including, Janine.

    She updated her Facebook Status “OMG, I’m gonna have my plastic surgery this day! OMG WISH ME LUCK GUYS!” Oh yeah! I forgot, it was summer. FINALLY. SHE IS GOING TO BE PRETTIER. I WON’T BE SLAPPING HER AGAIN :))

    So after summer, I went to school. Everyone was stunned and confused.
    “Why guys? Did something changed??? Whutt???”
    “Who are you?” asked my Bestfriend, Tiffany Johnson.
    “Duh. I’m Heather. Heather Stefan.”
    “But……”
    “But whaaaat?????”
    “Then who is that girl over there????”
    Tiffany lead me to the “girl”
    To my surprise, IT WAS A GIRL WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE ME!
    “WTH! Who are you?!?!?!?!?! Are you my twiinnnn!!!!!!?!?!!!!!???????,
    “Uhm…..”
    “You better speak to me or I’ll punch you!”
    “I am Janine.”
    “D-d-did you copied my face?!??!”
    “OMG HEATHER I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”
    I pulled her and to the girl’s bathroom.
    “WHY DID YOU COPY MY FACE?!!??!”
    She didn’t answer at first.
    Then…she took out a knife and stabbed it into my stomach.
    “Because I want to BE you. I’m obssesed with your looks, I am soo jealous of you and Ken. I wish I was YOU. I wish I was popular and had many friends. Now, do you feel the pain? You slut. Now, I will BE YOU.”
    I can barely talk. I was in deep and horrible pain.
    She removed my clothes, washed the blood off. Then wore them.
    “Hi girls!”
    “Are you Heather or Janine??”
    …..
    “I’m Heather sillies!”

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