Bullied

Day 2: Getting the rest of my classes

After yesterday you could probably understand the immensity of which I didn't want to go to school. But I still have to. From downstairs I heard my mother calling me. I took one last look in the mirror and saw the same fat girl I always do. I walked down into the kitchen to see my mom finishing up packing my breakfast into the paper bag. She added the orange juice and turned to me smiling. "Allie, are you all right?" she asked, the smile disappearing, "You look pale." "I'm fine, Mom," I answered looking down at the floor. "All right, then," she said still not looking sure, but still she picked up the bag and the money and handed to me, "Here's your breakfast and money for lunch." She pulled me into a hug as I said," Thanks, Mom," I turned and walked out the front door. "Have a nice day!" she called after me. I walked across the street and, as usual, there were the kids standing over there. "Hey, Fatty Allie," said one of the older kids, but still looked as if he was in fourth grade, "I heard that you don't actually eat food, you literally inhale it." Honestly, it wasn't very original, but it still received a lot of laughs from the others around me. It wasn't long before the bus came around the corner. One again the kids rushed ahead of me and the same immature child jumped to the seat with the door acting as if my weight flung him there. I feel a routine coming on. I stared blankly ahead as I went to my seat. The same stupid high school kid came up behind me in my seat again. He grabbed the bag and looked inside. "Hmm. Bacon, scrambled eggs and another bottle of orange juice. Oh and lookie here, Mommy left you a note," I looked up at him and he wore a stupid grin on his face, he looked back at his friends and held up the note, "Let's see here. 'Have a good day! I hope you have a better day than you did yesterday. Love, Mom.' Well isn't that sweet. Did poor Fatty Allie have a bad day at school yesterday? Does she want to talk about it?" the guy sat in the seat next to me and wore a pouty face. I've never wanted to hit someone more than I do right now. "Get away from me," I said pushing him out of my seat. "Fine, wench," he said and moved back to the back. Through the entire bus ride they called me Fatty Allie. Looks like I have a new nickname.

I looked down at my schedule for today. First, Geography. Second, Calculus lab. Third, Chemistry. And fourth, Personal Finance. Great, I see what days I like better. I walked into Geography and took a seat in the back. The same girl that was in my family and parenting class that spoke to me walked in, "Oh great, another class with you." How nice. The rest of the students began filing in and the teacher was right behind them. "I'm Mr. Bentlie. I'm new here. I don't care who you are, what you look like, or what sports you play. I just don't care. I'm here to teach and you are here to learn. I will tolerate no bullying in this class, and no talking," he paused and looked around the class, he noticed the girl that was mean to me at the beginning of class (hm..let's call her Sarah), who was texting on her phone, "I will absolutely not tolerate texing in my class," he took the phone from her and pocketed it, then he noticed her face and added, "You'll get this back at the end of class." "Now," he said moving to the large pile of textbooks, "Time to assign the overly large books for you to unnecessarily carry around." I think I like this class.

Now was time for Calculus lab. I walked in to see the familiar faces from yesterday and took the seat I had yesterday (to those who don't know, a lab class is just the same class but with lab at the end). Fortunately today no one decided they wanted to watch a fat girl fall. Though, unfortunately the guy behind me decided to poke me with the pointy end of the pencil instead of the eraser.

Yay! Time for Chemistry. Said no one ever. I headed to chemistry with a blank look on my face. Several people made it their point to bump into me and then yell at me for being so fat I take up the whole hallway. Finally, I made it to the Chemistry class. When I walked in everyone had already partnered up, there was one seat left. It was in the back with the guy that was picking his nose with his pencil eraser. And no, this isn't the same guy to Calculus. This guy has brown hair and a pimply face whereas the guy from calculus has black hair and a smooth face. I took my seat in the back and looked over to the guy beside me. "Hi, my name's Ernie," he said, he had a nasally voice that only a true nerd could possess. "Allie," I said back. "Haha," he laughed and snorted, "You're fat." I let out a long sigh. This is going to be a long year.

Time for lunch. Today I wasn't feeling too hungry, especially after sitting next to Ernie with his oozing acne. I sat down at the table I've been sitting at since Freshman year and just stared at my hands. I has what people called "Sausage Fingers." "Damn, Fatty Allie, did you already eat?" said one kid approaching my table, "You must have eaten the whole tray!" "Yeah, that's right," the guy stopped and stared at me, I usually never stood up for myself, "And you better run, because I'm still hungry."

Finally, last class. Personal Finance. I got in a bit late and noticed the only seat left as in the front. Luckily the door was toward the front of the class room. I took my seat and noticed was a bit too small for me. My butt hung off the side and my stomach rolled onto the top of the desk. It's safe to say that through the entire class I heard snickering from behind me. The teacher was okay though. He didn't assign much work. His name was Mr. Caldwell and he worked here when my mom went to school. It seems that when my mom went here they were friends, so no one would openly bully me here. I like it this class, too.

The bell rang to dismiss and I felt a need to use the restroom. I went into the stall and did my business. Next thing I know a bunch of girls walk in and start messing with my stall. "What are you doing? Hey! Stop!" I got up and started pounding on the door. The girls just laughed, turned and walked out. I tried to open the stall and it didn't budge. "Hey! Somebody!" I struggled with the door some more, but with no luck. I got on my stomach to crawl under the stall, but, of course, I was too fat. And despite myself I burst into unnecessary tears. And that's how I stayed until the Janitor came to clean the bathroom.

After the janitor came in and let me out I called my mom to pick me up. When she got there I silently got into the car and buckled up. "Honey, what happened? They said you were trapped in a stall?" she looked me in the eyes. "It's nothing. Just some stupid prank," I turned to look out the window and that's how I stayed until we got home. Without a word I got out of the car, walked into the house and up to my room. "I made chicken alfredo. You're favorite." she called up to me. I stuck my head out of the door and called back, "I'm not Hungary.