How Do I Dress Like A Nerd Mga Nobela at Kwento

The clothes in the dressing room were all suits and shirts. Even the shoes were mostly black leather ones. Wow, looks like almost all of his clothes are suits. I didn’t see any casual clothes at all. I grabbed one of Nardy’s white shirts and put it on. My shirt was too torn to wear, so I had no choice but to wear his. I couldn’t exactly walk around his house in nothing. The shirt was really big on me, falling down to my mid-thigh. It looked a little strange, but it was better than my torn shirt.

In our neighbourhood or colony, she's the nerdiest person anyone will ever set eyes on. She never wore makeup. Her clothes were oversized. Never made her hair. She was always wearing a shirt, hoodie and a pair of trousers. Like what the hell! How can a girl choose one particular way of dressing? If that isn't boring, then what is then? And she seems not to care. Many years ago, when we were kids, I and a couple of friends used to find pleasure in bullying her because of her choice of dressing and how slow she acted when asked to do something. Hence I gave her the name, slug.

He nudged me on my shoulder letting himself in. “No excuses, Dante. You don’t have to sulk yourself in the room forever. You need some social experience.” He walked to my closet and started throwing my clothes unceremoniously on the bed. I grunted in frustration as I watched him. He suddenly stopped at turned to look at me with disgust written all over his face, and a black turtle neck top and a pair of pants in his hand. “Dude, what are you? A nerd? You need to work on your closet,” he bluffed rolling his eyes, “Here, wear this.”

I recently learned that I had a title among these students. 'Pretty nerd.' They thought I was a nerd. I was homeschooled for half of my life and never had the opportunity to attend live classes or socialize with people of my age. I often felt like I've lost a lot in life, but I also knew I would make a lot out of this same life. My nerdy behavior was mostly because I was finally pursuing my dreams, and I was fully dedicated to it, so it didn't matter to me what I looked like in others' eyes or what they called me.

That's a pretty smart idea. I nodded as I popped a soda from the fridge and took a sip. "No one will ever suspect me of being such an assassin. So do you pretend to be anything at school or such?" I asked him. "Oh! I wear these big ugly glasses." He said "So basically, you're a nerd," I said, laughing

he's arguing with is actually a tiny punk rocker. I look down at my clothes and can't help but grin. I'm dressed like a total badass – studded leather jacket, tight black t-shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots. My backwards cap and graffiti bandana complete the look, making it clear that I'm not someone to mess with.

I must be tough and brave in order to survive. "If anyone at school hurts you, just tell me and I will show them the beast." He laughed but I just smiled at him. If only you knew, brother. I examined myself from head to toe infront of the cheval mirror. I'm wearing a long-sleeved black dress which is 3-4 inches above the knee. The dress is paired with black boots making me look like a rockstar going to the concert. My brother called a make-up artist to help me fix myself. I never thought I'd decide to attend Neil's birthday party. But now that I've fixed myself, I wanted to back out. I'm not used to parties.

My hair was tied back in a low ponytail, and I adjusted the oversized glasses that rested on my nose. I had perfect vision. But I wore those large glasses to hide my expressions and emotions. They helped me feel invisible. I avoided makeup and dressed plainly because I didn’t want attention. That was the image I had created. People called me a nerd, mostly because of my grades and appearance. Maybe I was a nerd. I chose to take it as a compliment. Back in middle school, it had led to bullying. But I had grown stronger over time. I went downstairs and hugged my mother. We sat together and had breakfast.

Girl, it's not that worth of our money. I was seeing my mother's clothing collection being worn by the regular models for the very first time since we, the Pandorgriffs and I, were always in a separate room to practice. The models were wearing casual clothes but in a very cute and fashionable way. It gives off the vibe of simplicity without looking ragged and cheap. There are cut-off dresses that should have been deemed too revealing, but with my mother's touch, it looks simple and innocent. The nerdy clothes that normally make you look like a loser? Well, it makes you look like that typical smart, cute, and popular nerds that you read in books.

I giggle and put the dress on. I gasp softly as I look at myself in the mirror. The dress hugs my body in all the right places. It is a high neck with no sleeves and acts as a bra.Two thick straps of material cross over each other and my hips are exsposed. The bottom hugs my butt amazingly and goes down to my knees. I look good. I go to my vanity and apply a light coat of make-up but paint my lips a dark red. He is going to love this. I put my hair into a pony tail and look at myself in the mirror. Everything looks good.