Society Killed the Girl

Potato - Potato

Important: Everly is NOT FAT! i only used that to show you that people can manipulate other people's minds. The power of word can change your minds opinion. even about yourself. Non the less, she's skinny but sees herself as fat... yeah...

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Updated 9-29-13

 Potato - Patato 

 

Slowly and carefully I stuck my head out the bathroom door. I sighed, knowing it was lunch and everyone was in the cafeteria. My tummy growled hungrily, alerting me I should be there too. I walked carefully towards the schools large Cafeteria, while looking back every five seconds afraid someone was there.

Living in a suburban town outside of Charlotte had its pros and cons. Maybe more cons then pros but they were still there.  There were quite a few teenagers in my school, Swallow Valley High. Which was just perfect.

If you didn’t notice the sarcasm in voice well, than you have serious issues.

I’m far from a people person if you couldn’t tell already. Never have been, never will be. Animals are better than humans they never talk back or bring you down, actually they did the opposite. They comfort you when you’re down and hurt. They’re more reliable than humans will ever be.

Chelsea was allergic though, so no pets for me, even though her being allergic made me want to become an animal hoarder, I held it out settling for a fish named Mr. Bubbles.

       I made my way to the lunch line, not bothering with anyone. I think it was ever since I got my first tattoo people have been taking a notice that something changed, and that wasn’t necessarily a good thing either.

       I got my first tattoo last summer when Lu said it would make me cooler, but in all actuality, it made me weirder.

       Not to mention I don’t have a very good tolerance for pain, I almost scratched Lulu’s eyes out the first time; but over time the pain diminished and the tattoos began to grow on me. Now almost a year later I had tattoo’s scattered across my body.

       Two on my left arm, one on my right. Another placed on my hip and one on my back. And all they really brought me was more teasing and bulling. People kept telling me I was only a wanabe and a fake.

       They got the fake part down, but I was no wanabe. They had mistaken me for themselves on that one.

When I got my gross school lunch I sat under my favorite oak tree. It was the most random thing in the world if you ask me the school maybe had fifty feet of grass and an oak planted smack dab in the middle.

       I put my lunch tray down next to me. Grimacing I pushed it farther away despite the aggressive rumbles coming from my tummy. I couldn’t eat; if I ate I would just gain weight and if I gained more weight, I’d just get fatter and fatter.  So I picked up an apple from my tray and took a few bites to hold me over without starving.

       That should be good for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I thought before carrying my full lunch tray into the cafeteria. I stopped when someone began calling out my name and eventually ran out in front of me.