Fat Pusey

What's My Name?

          I am a big girl. I mean a very big girl, that was named after my grandma, Maya Pusey but I was otherwise known as fat cunt, fat pussy, kitty cat, fat cat, pork belly, Patrick star, pussy cat, fatty or just pussy. Last year the kids at school put a letter in my locker with Byson's signature on it. Byson was the famous guy, though he was not my type, a letter from him was like a million dollar reward but turns out that I was only invited in the lobby to see a table with a combo and some fries right next to it , to top it all off Byson's name was written huge on a piece of paper above it.

Yes I know, I felt stupid, they rob me of my self esteem by inviting the entire school to come laugh at me. I not only hate Ashley for this but I also wanted to strangle her with her own damn hair.

I was depressed for a very long time, we are talking almost a year here, it was pretty tiresome, if you know what I mean. My way of boosting my confidence was by wearing baggy clothe, sweat suit, big T-shirts and huge pants, what a drag. Of course Ashley and Byson wasn't the only one who were famous, I was famous for being the biggest and the weirdest of them all. Even though I am in 10th grade looking the same I still expect a little change in a lot of things.

"I hate school" Rolling out of bed, I landed right on the floor, then rubbed my sleepy eyes before opening the bathroom door " Oh! What the hell! Man! isn't it too early for you to be masturbating!?" I exclaimed feeling annoyed.

"Shut up! And. Get! Out!" He slams the door quickly. This wasn't my first time seeing Tyler doing this. It makes me super uncomfortable, he must have forgotten to latch the doorknob this time. What a way to start my day.

As Tyler's sister I really work hard to get him in trouble most of the time so when he ignored me after my dress got trapped in the car door I knew well that he wasn't gonna help me "Tyler am stuck!"

"Help your self" he was reluctant but then he puts his ear pods and tag along with his friends.

"Here, I got ya." Our eyes met, my face went pale and then turn crimson. To my surprise he hadn't stop and glare with a grimace. I assumed that he doesn't notice how big I am yet.

"Heyyyy! Pussyyy!" Well, It didn't took him much to crack up when the boys on the soccer team rain on my parade, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay am use to it" How stupid of me to think otherwise, when I'm familiar with guys who blow kisses and expect females like me to fall to their knees. I know because Tyler was no different from those narcissist.

Only thing that almost got me cheered up was math class, that's my subject to dominate but after seeing that our new math teacher was that new guy that I bumped in earlier I was devastated. Was he gonna look at me the same way all the other teachers do? "Hey everyone I am Mr. Hutchinson, your new math teacher."

"Wow it must be illegal to be this hot." Ashley's mutter was little loud now that the class went all quiet in awe, the discomfort on his face was obvious, boy I can tell he sucks at hiding his feelings already, how predictable everyone is these days.

I tied a thread I pulled out of my dress around my index finger to watch it traps the blood at the roof of it "Are you paying attention?!"

"Now that I have your attention, Mr. Hutchinson right? I am a pro at math and I do not understand what's going on on that board." I glared with a wrathful grimace.

"Are you implying that I am not doing my job well", he chuckled mysteriously

"Well I don't know, you're very young and I take my education seriously." I shot back.

"You're being disrespectful Miss Pusey! right? his emphasis on my name had the class cackling "Pay attention" our eye to eye contact ended right that moment.

Mr. Hutchinson held me back that day "Do we have a problem Miss Pusey?"

"It's Maya." I raised my eyes to met his with his charming smile lingering.

"I'm acquainted with people with that surname, it's nothing to be ashamed of, can you be on your best behaviour for next class? It would be great if we could get along smoothly."

"I can not make any promises sir, teenagers will be teenagers, I wish for you a good evening." I turned on my heels and head through the door with a smile of satisfaction on my face.

"Am afraid you're not gonna like me Miss Pusey!"

"It's Maya!" I squealed on top of my lungs angrily.

Mom was the weather woman which was part of the reason why Tyler was so popular, the other was because he was handsome, talented and hot as the girls at school would say, I was the opposite, simply because am fat and my surname is Pusey. Our daily routine was to leave school, pick up Brandon on our way home and if there is anything like chores to do make sure it was done before mom gets home, "Tyler it's your turn to take out the garbage."

"I have allergies." he responded promptly with his head stuck in the game.

"That's no excuse you have taken it out many times before." I snapped, "Now!"

"Get out pussy!" My inside felt like a volcano has erupted I took a teddy bear that was laying on the floor an throw it at him effortlessly, "You keep on hanging with those dumb friends of yours that you don't even know how to talk to me! what kind of monster have you become!? You know what, forget you."

"fuck you too! Bitch." He hates me, don't wrong him, after all I don't like myself that much either, his words was as painful as a gun shot wound. The neighbours must have grown tired of our hostility by now, we argue anyway.

I tried to convinced myself that Tyler doesn't mean any of what he said to help suppressed my feelings, I have noticed how similar he was to the kids at school. Trying to convince myself that his words has done no harm was useless because deep down inside, I know I'm lying to myself.

A draw string token bag was on my dresser, that I kept all my meaningful tokens in, I've made it myself, a picture of my dad and necklace that he gave me when I was six years old, He said it helps me to be brave and confident, underneath those was a razer blade, pain is so hard to endure, I have to find some way to let it out right? well that's how I kill mine. This time it was my wrist, I wear big clothe so there was no chance for anyone to find out. it was covered.