Beast to beauty

About a year ago, around the same time. It had just hit the beginning of the cold winter, with frostbites waiting for you to go outside just to leech on to you and drag you down with the common cold. My brother had met a this girl online. He told me about her, about how ugly, beast-like she was. She was huge and wanted him desperately. Yet, he wanted nothing to do with her. It was like they were opposite ends of the magnet, no matter how she wanted to stick on to him, he just leaped away like a frog.

He had shown me her picture, and sure enough she was a beast. A beast of no description. One that even scientists would find as a new creature upon our beloved Earth. With her looks, not even the world's ugliest animal would turn her way. She either had to be forced into a marriage or she wasn't going to get a husband. You know, us Hmong people, girls can force a guy into marriage by faking he did this and that to her. She could even fake pregnancy but for us smart guys, there's always DNA test.

I laughed silently to myself and told him, "Dude, why don't you just be nice to her." He gestured at me with an evil sin upon his face. I could tell from his face, he wasn't going to be nice to her. I could tell because he's my brother. He had already thought of one million different mean things to say to her in his mind. And yet, this girl plead with him to give her a chance. He refused, like the general in the war, refusing to back down. The general would do whatever it takes to defeat the enemy and keep his men alive. She told him, "You watch me, I'll change for the better." He laughed in her face, like a little kid geeking out about some stupid yo mama joke.

A few months pasted by, and it was about the start of summer again. Spring had brung us showers of rain, and uproar a bundle of freshly grown plants and animals. The sun had started it's inclined of heat and it was time to play. But here, my brother was online chatting with internet girls again for a quick moment. He had met this girl who knew him by name. She had every little detail about him, like she was his girlfriend. She was very stalker-like.

My brother glanced at her pictures and yet nothing clicked on in his mind. He still said, "Nope, I have no clue who you are." She mentioned upon her name again and my brother thought back in time. His mind time traveling like the movie, Back To The Future. Or even yet, his mind warp like the Terminator back to save Sarah Conner with all the lighting. Probably without the naked men though.

Then suddenly, he figured it out. The light came on in his head. Sherlock had solved the mystery once again. She was the beast. The beast had completed did a 360 flip. She was another person. It was like she went to the Tyra Bank show and got a makeover. My brother laughed still and said, "Peter, look what happened to that ugly girl." I took one look and replied, "Woah, you sure she didn't photoshop?"

And then we left her talking to herself...