My Metamorphosis

I wake up to my biggest nightmare. Me.
How is this possible? What did I do in life to be punished so badly?I always did what my mother wanted me to do when she asked me. I always cleaned my room, bathroom, took out the trash, and didn't swear around my grandparents. Why was I being punished? Why do I have to have another problem in my life? I am disgusting. I am literally the thing I hate the most. No one will ever be able to see me again. I won't allow that to happen. If I am so disgusted, why would I make others look at me? I am going to move out in the country, where I can be alone. I won't have to struggle to hide, or be afraid of getting stared at and the best part is I won't even have to pass a mirror to remember what I am.

I know I must leave before others see me.
I try to sneak past my parents, but of course, like all of the nights I tried sneaking out in High School, they catch me because like any other morning, they are having a nice sit down breakfast.
"Selena, why are you in a rush?' My mother asked me.
"Are you serious?" I say confused. "Do you not see me..?"
My parents look at each other in confusion wondering why their daughter is acting so strange.
They both get up at the same time and come to console me.
Until they see me.
"OMG!" they screamed in unison. "How did this happen?"
"I woke up like this.." I muttered.

After bringing me to the doctors to see what could have caused the type of transformation, I start to wonder, what if people who liked me when I was normal, don't like me anymore. Am I really at a loss? Clearly if they can't stand me now, than they don't actually like me in the first place. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. If I am going to have to be like this, like the doctor said I might be, than I might as well take advantage of it's few perks, like the fame. A normal teenage girl turned into real life-sized creature. I would soon be on every cover of almost every magazine in the world. People would soon know my name. I would be the one everyone wanted to see and the one everyone wanted to talk about and talk to. A talking, walking, human, in a bug body.
At first I saw myself as a monster, but my vision was jaded. I am a cover story.