Bullied

Day 3: Family and parenting

Today started as any other. I woke up, got dressed, then stared at myself in the mirror in disgust. Today's disgust was more prominent than usual, seeing as I have the Family and Parenting class project today. I don't know why I was so stressed about it. Probably because I've never had to take care of a child, let alone a baby. I shook my head to clear it. I couldn't worry about this. It was going to go fine. I heard my mom call for me from downstairs. I turned to pick up the backpack I had from last year and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone The first book of my favorite book series. While walking down the stairs I put the book in the book into my bag "Good morning, honey-" she stopped in mid-sentence and looked at me from head to toe and back again, "Are you losing weight?" I looked down at the fat called my stomach and shrugged, she blinked a couple of times and then shrugged, "Must be my imagination. Well, here's your lunch and money. Oh, after school don't bother with the bus I'll pick you up." "Okay," I replied, I hugged my mom and walked out the door. Despite my inner will I kept thinking of the project. Will there be even more bullying? Except this time in my own home? I was so wrapped up in my own world I didn't even hear the comment that's usually shot my way. I didn't really notice the kid that flung himself on the other side of the bus. I didn't even blink when the guy from the back came up to my seat and took my breakfast. Why was I so stressed about this? Oh yeah, one of the kids in there will know where I live and come torch my house when I'm sleeping. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a bit. Just a bit.

Before I knew it we were at the school. I walked into English class and pulled out the book. I turned to chapter one and didn't even get past "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were normal, thank you very much." when the cheer leader walked in. "Fatty Allie can read?" she exclaimed, as if it was some great feat that no one but the very wise could accomplish. Just then the teacher walked in, "Hello, class. I know a great way to start the year!" she looked around at all the bored faces "Free day?" asked one kid from the other side of the class. "Close," she said, "We're going to read "Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court."" Simultaneously the entire class groaned, the teacher looked around as if we all lost our minds, "Now, no need to all groan in unison," she said defensively. "Now, hm, Katie (cheer leader)," the teacher began, "Could you please pass out the books?"

After English I went to Calculus. I managed to avoid stray feet as I ungracefully maneuvered my way to my seat in the front. "Psst," someone called behind me, unintelligently I looked behind me, "I heard you were crying in the girl's bathroom yesterday," I turned back around and stared strait ahead, "Is the big baby going to cry again?" teased the guy. Other than that and the continuous poking in the back of the head, class went by as boring as always.

And now, the class I was dreading. Family and Parenting. After everyone had filed in and many dirty looks were thrown my way the teacher entered and said, "Okay guys, we're not getting the baby's today," a lot of groaning from the girls and "yay"s from the boys, "But, today we're going to sorting into the pairs." I zoned out until I heard my name, "Allie with Noah," I looked over to him, he had light brown hair and bright green eyes, and his "friends" were laughing at his bad luck, "Okay, now pairs get together and move to where you're sitting with each other. Today we're going to learn a bit about each other. You don't want to have a baby with someone you don't know." Noah and I sat in the back, I kept quiet and stared at my hands so Noah began, "So, my name's Noah and I like soccer." I looked up at him. Was this guy serious? But he kept a steady gaze, I sighed and said, "My name's Allie and I like not being called fat." After that the conversation kind of ended...

Apparently, the people at this school are stupider than I first thought. Yesterday, when I told them I ate the tray and "hinted" that I might become cannibal and eat them, too, they took it seriously. The guy that came up to me last time sat as far away from me as he could and through the whole lunch period he kept throwing scared glances my way. I was able to get through chapters 1-6 in the Harry Potter book. So much win.

Well, computer science went as it did last time, the freshmen kept to themselves and I kept to myself. I think they were scared to pick on me, scared that I might sit on them or something. Well, after the bell rang I managed to get out of the school without A.) Getting chili thrown at me or B.) Getting locked in the girl's bathroom and bawling my eyes out like a six year old. Yay! Progress. Like she said, my mom was waiting outside the school. As soon as I got in the car she turned to me and said, "So, how was your day?" "Fine," I answered as I pulled out my book, and it wasn't entirely a lie. Today was better than the last two I've had. Except, of course, for Family and Parenting, which also wasn't as bad as I anticipated. "That's good," she said smiling, "So, what do you want for dinner?" she asked hopefully. "Eh, I'm not hungry," I answered.

We arrived at the house shortly later. Without looking back I went inside and up to my room. "Tell me if you need anything," she called up to me. "'Kay," I called back. As if on cue my stomach growled. Food is bad. No more food. Food is bad. No more food. I chanted to myself. I decided it was time to weigh myself again. I walked into the bathroom and stood on the scale. What once read 225 now read 215. I smiled to myself. A little voice in the back of my head kept chanting Food is bad. No more food.

Day 3