Size Matters

Preface

Preface

Have you ever believed in ghost stories? You know, goblins, werewolves, boogiemen- Vampires?

I thought not. Why would you? I never did until… until, well, the great revolution, they call it.

As I stare at the baby blue box that has the nerve to call itself a television, I sigh.

Again.

I sighed a lot nowadays as I dream of golden rays of glittering sunshine. I sigh for the green luscious grass I used to lay on in the summer. I longed to see blue and red and yellow and pink and purple and any other colours of flowers I could think of. And I just cry at frustration of never being able to move again.

As I opened my eyes—which I never realised I had closed—my gaze shifted to the right, to the stars. I never closed the curtains on my make shift window, I never wanted to lose the stars. Of course they weren’t real stars—but a girl can dream right? I remember walking with my mother once, across the beach, just me and her; hand in hand, counting the stars, oblivious to anything else around us. There were so many tiny twinkling lights that it made counting them very difficult, yet somehow we still managed.

I look like my mum you know. Ivory skin, curly chestnut coloured hair which fell just above my waistline, apple green eyes, small button nose, and a slightly chiselled square face. The last time I saw my mum, she tried to dye her hair blonde. It looked horribly patchy but she was so proud that she had done it herself, bless her.

So as you can see I’m a normal type of girl of the twenty second century. I come from a normal place in South East England and I went to a normal secondary school where most sixteen year olds go. The only trait you may find odd about me, is that I’m twenty stone of fat. Of course, this size is the norm nowadays and actually, I’m quite slim for my generation. But this weight issue is why I and sixteen billion other human beings are being held captive. It’s not as if we’ve done anything wrong. I’ve never murdered, blackmailed or stolen; it’s just that we never listened to dangers of over eating.

You would think that in a world as over populated as we were, or a world as military armed as we were, we could have prevented the events of what had happened—or at least sensed it. But you see; we just didn’t have the energy when the ghost stories started to come alive.