How Do I Dress Like A Nerd Novels & Stories

Yes, I am having my ten-year-high school reunion next month and I need to find the perfect outfit. The sales associate asks me what are you looking for? You see, I used to be a nerd in high school, but I wasn’t ugly either. I just liked to get good grades and I had a crush on a cute guy, but he never noticed me. Oh, so you want to show them that you have changed a d you’re not the nerdy your classmates thought you were. Yes, exactly, I would like to knock him off his feet when he sees me.

She said in a dismissive tone. Dad looked at me from head to toe. He sighed. I know what's running in his mind. Yes, I know. I know that the way I dress up doesn't satisfy the eyes of today's generation. My fashion is too out of the world. To make it short, I am an old-fashioned brat in the eyes of many people. My blouse is oversized. My skirt is an inch above my ankle. I only wear flat shoes. I have braces. I wear glasses. I have bangs. I don't wear make up. I carry thick books around. Yep, I am a typical nerd.

, I said getting off my chair. He bit his lower lips. "Geez what is it?", I shrieked. He laughed, " I'm sorry, it's just. You remind me of someone dressed like this ", he said. I frowned, someone huh? I looked at myself. I was wearing this sky blue long sleeve button up shirt, but I rolled the sleeve and tied the shirt up cow girl style. Then I wore this teacher glasses, to me I looked like a hot nerd. "Who is she?".

“You don’t look like a nerd.” “Why? Oh I see,” he chuckled, nodding, “so, to be a nerd, you have to wear big round glasses, oversized T-shirts or hoodies and bogus jeans. And yes, no dye on your hair. And, if you wear leather jackets, tint your hair and obviously rides a bike, you are not a nerd.” Nathania was shocked at how he analyzed everything and when he was done, she couldn’t help laughing. “No, no, I did not say that,” she shook her head.

I usually prefer to just plug in my earphones and shut out the world. I wonder how Alex and Jace are handling this. They're probably not having as much trouble as me. They can literally walk into a room and win over everyone's heart like they're some sort of Cupid in teenage form. Well, I'm the opposite. I'm like a demon in the teenage form: you avoid them and you're good. Okay, not a demon..maybe a zombie. When I do think about it that's kind of how my previous classmates looked at me. They looked at me like I'm about to start a zombie apocalypse and infect everybody with my "obvious" nerdiness. Like seriously guys? Just because I'm quiet and distant and have straight A:s doesn't mean I'm a

What I'm feeling now nervous I'd definitely an understatement. One because it's a new school, I don't know anyone, and I have no clue what to even wear ugh!. Throwing all my clothes out of the closet finding someone somewhat decent to wear I settle on a pretty summer dress that is white with yellow sunflowers on it matching it with the necklace my mom gave me for my last birthday it's a thin silver chain with a white crystal.

I tried to ignore the prying eyes of my schoolmates as I stuffed all the books and files into my bag and closed my locker. Still, people wouldn’t quit staring and me, acting as a nerd, has no power in changing that because I’m expected to be weak, voiceless and a pushover. Not saying that’s what nerds are, honestly, nerds are awesome but these bitches are just too bitchy to even consider it. I have always tried my best to not draw attention towards me or anything which obviously hasn’t been working. It’s like I’m a retarded, walking, sparkling, rainbow colored dolphin. Okay, maybe not that much but you get the idea.

“But why do I get the sense that you’re stalking me?” “Stalking you?” He chuckled and crossed his arms. He looked nice outside the formal events I normally saw him at. He was dressed in black fitted jeans and a black T-shirt, paired with a short-sleeved white button up left open. His Nike shoes were very…interesting. It hurt my eyes. A dark-gray backpack hung on his shoulder, hair casually parted to the side, and he was even wearing round glasses. Very nerdy. It was kind of cute. Extremely cute, actually.

'A new day, a new beginning' at least that's how the story goes. I hate school days but what can I do? I need to pass through school, get my masters and degrees so I can be respected. I picked out a blue short and black singlet with a black jacket. I hate my school Levis High, why? You'll find out soon enough. I got dressed, put on make up, my day hasn't started until I wear make up and I never leave my room without wearing a concealer, foundation, mascara and some lip gloss. I'm as ugly as I can be but no one needs to know that.

It relieved me because I thought I was late. Looking at the students, I slightly felt underdressed. I looked down at my outfit. I was in a dark red shirt with a black skater skirt, black tights and black wedge heels and a grey oversized cardigan, what I considered appropriate for school. And of course, my mother's necklace hang around my neck. I had had it since she left. You look fine ,I encouraged myself. The student body had divided itself into groups. Jocks, skater, gamers, cheerleaders, the spiritual ones and the popular kids. It didn't take a genius to notice. This happened in most school and the characteristics of each group were the same in every school I went.