Last night was a blur. I was woken up by the faint tone of my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed my glasses. Sleepily, I reach over to my bed side table and stop the beeping, after a few failed attempts of course. I turn my head and check what time it is. The screen flashed '7:30'. I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the mirror to look at my short, fat body. ''Ugh'' I groaned to myself as I grabbed the flab from my stomach. ''I make myself sick''. I sighed. ''I'll never be good enough...'' I say as I grab my uniform. I stare at myself in the mirror as I button my white shirt. ''My boobs are too small as well...'' I grab my black skirt and put it on. ''Wow do my thighs really look this fat?'' It takes me 20 minutes to tie my tie, as I've never been able to get the hang of it properly. It's not exactly perfect but I guess it'll do. I reach for my blazer and slowly put it on and adjust the collar. My hair looks like a birds nest so I gently brush out each knot and tangle making it look at least decent. I swoop my fringe to the side so it slightly rests on the frame of my large glasses. I slip on my shoes and look at my self in the mirror. I attempt a smile but it just doesn't want to stay. Finally, I grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder, listening to the pens and pencils jingle inside of my pencil case. ''I guess I'm ready to go...'' I frown as I walk as slow as I possibly can to the stairs. ''Georgia hurry the f*ck up! You're going to be late!'' I roll my eyes hoping she wouldn't see me but she did. ''Don't you roll your eyes at me you cheeky little cow! Get your a*rse out of this house before I kick you out myself!'' I didn't need to be told twice. I ran as fast as I could down the stairs and opened the door, ran out and closed it again before she could catch me. As I walk I hold my head low, I really don't wanna make eye contact with anyone in case they recognize me. I don't wanna re live what happened last week. Rocks were pelted at me. I'm still out of breath from when I ran out of the house. I pant as I walk down the long street to St. Harold's Academy. (Or as I call it, hell). I get a slight whiff of marijuana coming from the allyway near the local shop. It's where the ''cool kids'' go to smoke. Yet they actually are 17 year olds with their Nike tracksuits and £80 trainers looking like complete chavs. That's the only thing that makes me sick more than the look of myself in the mirror. And that says a lot. I squint as I look further into the distance where I see my school. ''Oi lads, it's that lesbo kid that was fingered behind Tescos the other week by Alex Williams.'' Yelled one of the guys. Who the f*ck came up with that rubbish? I didn't even do anything with her. My mind fills with confusion. Shows how great society is. ''She's not even hot mate, look at the little fatty.'' Yelled another. I look down and see the ugly stomach I have. ''Short is right.'' Laughed the first guy. My glasses began to steam up. All I want to do is cry, but I attempt to run away. ''Grab her!'' The first guy shouted. I feel my collar being tugged at as I try to run. ''Where the fuck do you thing you're going, eh?'' One guy forcibly rolls up my sleeves. ''Awh does the little emo kid slit her wrists? How pathetic. Can't sort your problems out yourself can you not? How about I give you more reasons to cut yourself. You're a fat little lesbian b*tch who deserves to die. People like you shouldn't be here. Do us all a favour and kill yourself.'' My heart shatters at every word. He pushes me to the ground. My nose hits the floor hard. I look up and my glasses are smashed, I can no longer see. I place my hand on my nose and it's wet with my own blood. My eyes fill with tears as I try to lift myself up, my legs shaking. When I finally lift my obese body from the hard concrete floor I try to walk. I feel hands push me again, trying to make me go quicker. I limp as I make my remaining steps to school. That was a great start. People keep stopping and staring at my bloody face. I can just make out where I'm going through the cracked lenses of my glasses. I end up late because I could barely walk at all. I walk through the gates and I'm greeted by the scariest teacher in school.. Mrs Harvey...
A/N I know I've already updated today but I had a lot of ideas that I just couldn't wait to write down. I really hope you like it. I'm sorry if it's rubbish. But it's something. Goodbye my beautiful fluffy marshmallows x
