Dear lord I always have the need to write right before school starts. Enjoy! Critiques are always welcomed! Fatty. Whale. Ugly. Loner. Some of the words I've been branded with once I've started attending highschool. It was never this harsh in elementary. Everyone was so much nicer, my teachers, classmates, and friends. But that all changed once I started my freshman year at Mark Keppel Highschool. It was September 7th, the first day of school. The day when I, Tammy Lee, will see which group I fit into. The nerds? Geeks? Gamers? Or maybe even the popular kids. The sky is the limit, as they always say. Let your true colors show! My father carefully turned into the school's drop-off zone, stopping behind the long line of cars. Parents drove recklessly around each other, trying to drop off their son or daughter for another day of school. Horns were blaring and the smell of exhaust was strong through my open window. "I think you should get out here, this is going to take a while." My father said, trying to peer around the car in front of him. I quietly gathered my backpack and binder from the backseat and slid my seatbelt off. I opened the door, and said, "Bye Ba-ba! Have a good day!". I hopped out of the car, my feet making a soft thud against the concrete, and slammed the car door shut. I stuck my arms through the straps of my backpack and walked quickly to the gates of my new school. Once I stepped through the campus gates, a small hard object struck my large stomach. It made a loud ping as the tiny object fell to the ground. I only took one second to glance at the object, and it hit me. I've been pennied. "Hey fatt, move out of the way! Unless you want another penny!". A deep voice shouted at me. I glared at the owner and he smirked a me, a penny already in between his fingers. "OOOH, I think the whale's trying to scare you!". His friend said from behid him. I flinched as another penny was tossed at me, this time it struck my left shoulder. I quickly jogged up the stairs of the main building and opened the door, the last thing I heard from those two guys were, "Hey dude look at her fat jiggling. Hahaha!". From that day on, I knew where I belonged. Riiiiiiiing! The bell rung, suggesting students should be in class by now. Another first day of school, but this time, I'm a junior. Yes, I've endured two whole years of hell. Only two more to go. I sat in a empty desk in my drawing and painting class. This is NOT going to be fun, I thought. Most of the popular kids were in this class, and they're sitting all around me. No escape. "Hey fatty, let me sit here." A girl with a face full of makeup said loudly, her eyes avoiding mine. Everybody in the classroom was staring at us, the teacher oblivious to what was happening in her very own room. "Can't you sit over there?" I whispered, pointing to the sea in front of the classroom. The girl looked at me, and leaned very close to me, her slim face inches from mine. "You better get off of this seat before I ******* take your lunch away, fat***." with this being said, I got up from my chair, knowing she'll torment me instead of taking my lunch. I sat in the desk in front of the classroom as she occupied the seat I was just in. "Oh my gosh," The girl said, her voice loud and obnoxious. "This seat is so warm! What'd you do fatty Tammy, fart a thousand times on it?". The whole class went into an uproar, their laughter pounding against my ears. My cheeks turned red and tears formed in my eyes as they laughed at me. This was NOT going to be a fun year, I thought to myself, as I put my head down on my desk and let the tears soak up my sleeves.
My obsession. Not only was drawing and painting a living hell for me, but all of my other classes were too, especially Physical Education, also known as PE. In the girl's locker room, we have a choice of where we want to change our clothes. In the individual stalls, or in front of your locker where everyone can see. I'm used to changing in front of people because the line for the stalls is pretty long, so I wouldn't waste my time waiting. As I change into my XXL gym clothes, I noticed myself in the full body mirror. I abruptly stopped and stared, taking in all of my features. Long black hair, almond shaped eyes, button nose, and medium sized lips that are always in a pout. My face is chubby and I have a double chin, which is not my most attractive feature. Then, there's my body. I'm not skinny, but not super overweight. My chest busty and my hips were very wide. I'm a size twenty two in pants, going onto twenty three because my pants were a litle too tight. My stomach was big, the fat rolls visible agaist my undershirt. My legs were fat also, making walking kind of awkward. As I stared at myself, the popular girls in my period were giggling next to me. I looked at them from the mirror and saw that they were giggling at me. My cheeks burned as I pulled my gym shirt on and tied my hair into a pony tail. I smoothed my hand over my hair, checking for loose strands and noticed a piece if folded paper on the ground. It must've fell from someone's backpack, I thought. I slowly picked it up and unfolded it, recognizing the hand writing. It belonged to Ashley Huynh. Ashley was the school ****. We used to be best friends, until she lost her virginity, which was in the beginning if freshman year. Now, I'm just her diary. She vents all her problems to me, thinking that I would care. As I smoothed the note from it's crinkles, I read the stupid piece of paper. It's about me, I thought as I focused on the paper. "Have you heard of a girl named Tammy Lee? OMG she's so fat! Whenever I stand next to her, I can smell her sweat and omg it's like she wants to eat me or something." I read the note outloud, my voice cracking as tears formed in my eyes. Then, I heard voices coming from outside, one of them sounding quite familiar. Oh ****, it's Ashley, I said in my mind. I quickly pocketed the note and walked toward the exit, passing by Ashley and her posse. Her eyes met mine and her nose scrunched up, little lines forming in between her eyebrows. I quickly side stepped around her and continued to class, the last thing I heard from the locker room was, "Omg she smells like ****. I hope she didn't find the note I dropped.".
Lol the only french words I know is bonjour, amour (I think that's how you spell it), and crépe(is that even a French word?).