Bullied

Day 1: Start of senior year

I looked in the mirror for the last time for the day. I looked down to my stomach which fell over the side of my pants and my fat thighs. Last night I weighed myself again, I weigh a grand total of 225 pounds. I tried to smile to make myself look prettier. All that achieved was the fat in my face puffed out even more. I ran my hand down the fat on my chin and sighed. "Allie!" my mother yelled from downstairs, "The bus will be here soon! I packed you a breakfast!" I walked down the stairs to find my mother cleaning the kitchen up. She had pretty blond hair and grey eyes. She pointed to the brown paper bag on the table then gasped, "Oh! I almost forgot! Here's your lunch money, dear." She wore a bright smile. She was in the same boat as me in the obesity section, but that never stopped her from looking happy. I tried to take a leaf from her book, with no luck. "Thanks, Mom," I said, picking up the bag and grabbing the 5 dollar bill out of her hand. She grabbed me and pulled me into a hug ,"Oh, my girl's a senior, now. If only your Father could see you now." We both looked over to the photo on the counter. My Father was a handsome man in that picture. He was young and joined the army right out of high school. I got my hair and eyes from him. He got dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He never got to meet me, he was considered missing in action. I don't think he would have wanted to see me, anyway. But I kept those thoughts to myself. "Right," she said and wiped a tear from her eye, "Off you go. Don't want you to miss the bus on your first day, do we?" "Yeah," I replied, honestly, I would want to just go back upstairs and go back to sleep, but I also kept that to myself. I walked out of the house, down the steps and toward the bus stop across the street. The other kids already there snickered as I approached. One leaned to the other and whispered loudly, "I heard between the two of those fat asses they eat a whole barn full of animals," then laughed loudly. I saw the bus turn the corner at the end of the street and onto ours. When it stopped, all of the kids rushed to get inside before me. When I took the first step onto the bus a lot of the more immature kids flung themselves toward the side of the bus with the door. "Dang, fatty! Give us a little warning next time!" yelled one of the kids. I stepped fully onto the bus and took an empty seat in the middle of the bus. I opened the bag and saw three pieces of bacon, one sausage and a piece of toast, and to the side was a bottle of orange juice. I smiled at the thought of my mother making this for me. That happiness was short lived. "Hey!" yelled one of the high school kids from the back, he moved up into the seat behind mine and snatched the bag from me, "What's this? Awww look, mommy made you a special breakfast," he began making cooing noises, "Well, this is probably the fourth breakfast you've had this morning, so do you mind if I eat some?" I made a grab for the food, "Hey, looks like the fat kid is still hungry," his buddies in the back laughed as I pointlessly tried to grab the food back, "Well, it seems I'm hungry, too. And my hunger needs are more important than yours, seeing as if I don't eat I could die because I don't have much fat I can burn off. So," he stuck my pieces of bacon into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, "you'll just have to deal with it." He went into the back of the bus and began to eat the sausage while his friends drank the juice, "What the hell? No jam for the toast?" I turned and sat down in the seat, not long after I fell pieces of bread hitting me in the back of the head, "Come on fatty, eat the bread." And that's how it went until we got to school.

The bus finally stopped at the high school and I was the last one off the bus. It hadn't changed in the past three years. (pic) I looked down at my schedule. First I had English IV first, then Calculus, third was Family and Parenting, and finally, my fourth class for today was Computer Science. Great! I get the crap stuff out of the way first thing. I walked into English and took a seat in the back of the class. Soon others started filing in, each one looked dead and me and smirked. Really? I didn't see what was so funny. The head cheerleader, though, was glad to settle my confusion. "Damn, Allie, did you gain weight over the summer?" she asked, her long blond hair fell around her shoulders and her blue eyes were staring incredulously at me, I stared blankly back at her, my eyes full of confusion, "I don't remember you're fat ass hanging that far off the chair." I blushed and looked down and my fat hands. I clung them together and closed my eyes. I could hear the laughter around me. Don't cry. Don't cry. I chanted to myself. Fortunately, the teacher, Mr. Gemen, walked in and they all shut up. Other than a few snide remarks my way, the rest of the class went by without interference.

As soon as I walked into Calculus I wished I walked back out. Almost all of the seniors on the football team was there, not to mention the masses of blond hair from the cheer leading team. And to top it all off the only empty seat was in the front of the classroom, dead and center. I rushed to the front. Wrong move, I forgot to look for stray feet. I didn't remember until the last second. I felt something tug and my foot as I went to take a step, the next thing I know I landed flat on my face. Roars of laughter rang from all around me. One voice stood out and it yelled, "Hey, you going to apologize to China for causing that earthquake?" Which cause more roars of laughter. I struggled to my feet and began again to the journey to the front of the room. This time I watched for feet. All through class the person behind me kept poking me in the back of the head with his pencil.

The bell to dismiss Calculus came at long last. I rushed to Family and Parenting and took a seat in the back before anyone else could. "Ew," I heard someone say, I looked around and saw a girl with brown hair and green eyes. She was part of the band. "What are you doing here?" I opened my mouth to tell her I'm just in class when she continued, "Who would want to make babies with you?" There you have it. Even the band is against me. After everyone filed in and took their seats the teacher entered, "Hello, everyone. My name is Anna Tellie. Ms. Tellie to you, and I'm the new Family and Parenting teacher. I know it's the beginning of the school year, but I wanted to start off with something fun," she looked around at everyone wearing a bored look on their face, "When's the next time we're in here? Right, Wednesday. Wednesday you will all be given a partner for the baby project! "Now, the baby project is where I pair up a male and female and give you a fake baby that you take home for one month and then bring back. Now, you can't give your partner all the work, or you'll fail. Also, you'll be spending a lot of time together. Going to each other's houses. Being friends. And, of course, taking care of a baby." Worst. Day. Ever.

Now, we go to lunch. After I got my food and sat down a bunch of people crowded me. It all happened really fast, actually. First, I had a tray of food. Next thing I know I have nothing but an apple with a bite taken out of it. And after they took a bite out of it, I'm definitely not.

After Family and Parenting and lunch, things went by smoothly. No one elver take Computer classes so it was just me and about two freshmen in there. Granted, they didn't talk to me, but they didn't talk about me or be mean. The dismissal bell rang sooner than expected. I walked out of the class and headed to the front doors. "Hey, Allie!" called someone, I turned to find a group of people smirking at me, "I heard you didn't eat lunch today, so me and some of my friends saved you some food. Next thing I knew chili began being thrown at me from all directions. By the time I ran away, locked myself in the bathroom, and cleaned up i had missed the bus. Look who's walking home.

I trudged in the front door. I headed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. "Allie!" my mom screamed, "Where have you been? Why are you covered in chili?" I just shook my head in response, meaning I didn't want to talk about it, "Well," my mom said, "I'm making hamburgers for supper. How many do you want?" "I'm not hungry," I said and walked up the stairs to shower and go to bed.

Day 1

I know this was a bit slow and boring.