a friend requested me to post this. it's kind of long if u have a short attention span so yeah
word count: 2659 words
triggers: rape/catcalling i guess??
okay thx now read
True love was something that only the smallest percentage of teenagers experienced at Putansville High. I felt like one of the luckier ones being able to find it. Although, it didn’t happen in the most romantic way possible.
It all started when I was walking down the halls to my first period class, English. Coffee lingered in my breath and dark circles surrounded my hazel eyes. I was silent on my way to class, until a boy tried to start a conversation.
“Hey, girl,” Hayes Tack said as I walked by him. His body leaned up against a locker I believe wasn’t even his, and he bit on a straw of hay. The belt that wrapped around his washed out blue jeans served no purpose, for the pants fell an inch or two below where they should have been. “You’re looking fine today.” He winked at me and clicked his tongue. I tried paying no attention to him and quickened my pace, to make it to class on time and to avoid him and his “compliments.”
“Whatever,” Hayes called after me. “You’re fat anyway.”
I couldn’t be bothered by his crude remarks. I used to get them all the time when my grandmother was around. She used to say to me, “Wit’ a waist like yours, you ought to use a girdle.” She bought me one of those sausage stuffers for my birthday. Good thing she’s dead now, so I don't have to hear the fat comments at home. Rest in peace, you old hag.
Ever since Grandma died (an angry donkey kicked her in the head), the only other insults I received were from my peers at school. I could never get away with wearing a tank top without someone saying “You know, Bring Your Cow To School Day is next month” or “With your body, my family will have a meal for the next two weeks without having to slaughter any animals.” If I didn’t live in Oklahoma, I wouldn’t have to hear this so often. If I lived in a weird northern state like Minnesota everyone would look at me with envy because my blubber would keep me warm, or I could just hide everything under a winter coat. Either option seemed terrific.
I've learned to deal with people pointing out my weight. I just have to remember that if I wanted to, I could lose the weight. They're stuck with their ugly as butt personalities forever.
I don't remember what was taught in English. I slept half the time and watched two zit-faced boys in front of me fire spitballs at each other. I do remember what my best friend, Amelia, said to me afterward.
When we met up in the hall, she seemed more giggly and had a wide smile on her face that looked creepy. She twirled the ends of her long, spiraled dark brown hair.
I perked up and asked her, “Why are you so happy?” As I said that, her boyfriend, Axel, swooped up behind from behind and gently embraced her petite hips.
“Hey, Babe,” he said in a slightly awkward tone. Amelia giggled breathlessly as she gazed into his chocolate brown eyes. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and he flinched slightly. I rolled my eyes dramatically and cleared my throat.
“Oh,” she said, realizing that her attention was supposed to be on me. “Axel asked me to prom! He gave me a bunch of white roses, my favorite kind.”
“That’s great!” I said and gave them both a fake smile. I wanted to shoot a glare at Axel because he should have known that Amelia’s favorite flowers were white tulips, not roses. He just stood there with his arm hovering around Amelia’s shoulder and stared at me uncomfortably.
