Diary of a Fat Girl

13.

Dear diary

Personally, I think that I did a good job at putting my make up on. Sure, I had to redo it a few times but it looked good.

Well, I thought it looked good but Rain definitely didn't share my opinion.

"Oh God! Did a blind person do your make up or something?" she said looking absolutely disgusted. She was flanked by her two best friends Erica and Elisa.

The next thing I did was absolutely stupid; I opened my big, fat mouth. "I think it looks nice." I whispered but she heard me.

She looked surprised for a moment before she covered it with a smirk. She looked thoughtful for a moment before she said, "You're right but do you know what will make it better? A new hair style."

I unconsciously touched my brown hair. It reached mid-back and was straightened. I kinda liked how my hair looked.

She clapped excitedly and dragged me to the nearest bathroom with the two following behind us. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't anxious about what she was going to do with my hair. We stood in front of one of the large mirrors.

"Scissors." She says to Erica, who complies.

The excited look was wiped off of Rain's face and was replaced with an evil smirk and I knew that I was in for trouble. I tried to get away but Erica and Elisa held me in place, turning me away from the mirror.

I watched in horror as my hair fell down in long strands to the floor. Rain wasn't even styling my hair, she was just cutting, like a child would cut her Barbie's hair. My vision was blurred with tears as I screamed for them to stop but they didn't listen.

She finally stopped to admire her work with a satisfied smirk. Before I could see what she had done to me, she grabbed a piece of my hair and yanked me out of the bathroom. It was lunchtime and everyone was out of class. Rain dragged me through almost every passage and everyone laughed at me. Everyone. She dragged me all the way to the back of the school, where the bins were located. I heard footsteps behind us and turned to see probably half of the school, all who were videotaping what was happening. My hair was finally released and before I could make a run for it, I was picked up and thrown into the bin.

The laughs could be heard from inside the bin. I curled into a ball and balled my eyes out, not only because I was humiliated but also because there was a packet of cut onions in front of my face.

As soon as I heard that everyone was gone, I got out and started walking home as usual since I live close by.

When I got to my room, I looked in the mirror and gasped. My hair looked absolutely horrible, some pieces long and others short, and my makeup had run down my face. I quickly wiped my face and took out a pair of scissors. My gran taught me how to cut hair so I snipped the long pieces off to try and get it as normal as possible. I looked like a boy.

I definitely am not going to school for the rest of the week. I'm pretty sure I can pass of as sick. Not that anyone would notice my absence.

-Anna