Not Too Fat

Chapter 1

"Watch where you're going fat ass," Chloe yelled, shoving me out of her way. I felt tears forming in my eyes.
"Go cry somewhere else and eat some chips or something," Lisa said. I ran into the restroom and cried. I slid back against the door.
The bell rang and I quickly got up. I went up to the sink and looked in the mirror. Mascara was running down my face. I grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and rubbed off my makeup. My black hair was wet from my tears. I looked like a mess. I put my hair up in a ponytail and walked to class.
I opened the class room door and Chloe and her minions started giggling. I felt my face get hot.
"Hush," Mr. Johnson ordered. "Why are you late to class?"
"I. Umh. I was in the bathroom," I said, quietly.
"Yeah, probably stuffing her face with twinkies," Lisa snorted. Tears started lightly falling down my face.
"Lisa. Shut it," Mr. Johnson said. She rolled her eyes.
"Just take your seat now, Jane." I walked to my seat and crumbled up pieces of paper were thrown at me. I sat down and heard whispering.
"I'm surprised that chair is still holding her up," snickered Leslie.
A paper landed on my desk with the word 'FAT' on it. I crumbled it up and threw it at Chloe.
"What the hell was that for?" She yelled. Everyone turned around.
"You know damn well why," I said.
"Jane. Chloe," Mr. Johnson said.
"She threw a paper at me, Mr. Johnson," Chloe defended.
"She threw it at me. She wrote fat on it," I said. I heard giggles coming from every direction.
"Now that kind of stuff is not allowed here. You both will have detention."
"What?! I can't get detention! I have cheerleading practice!" Chloe yelled.
"Not today." He started writing our detention slips. I got up to get mine and Chloe stuck her foot out. I tripped and all of my stuff was scattered around the floor.
"Chloe!" Mr. Johnson yelled.
"I didn't do anything," Chloe said.
"You-you tripped me," I mumbled.
"I saw you. 2 days of detention for you, Ms. Jones." Chloe gave me an ugly look then grabbed her stuff. She walked on my pencils and books. She snatched the slips out of Mr. Johnson's hand and walked out of the class.
Mr. Johnson helped me pick up my stuff.
"If she's bullying you, Jane, you need to speak up," he said. I looked up at him and shook my head. I was too scared to tell someone what's happening to me. I grabbed the slip out of his hand and walked out.
I made my way to the principle's office. Someone ran into me, knocking my books out of my arms.
"Sorry," he said, picking up my books. I took them and mumbled a "thanks".
He walked off and then turned around. "Do you know where the office is?" I nodded and motioned for him to follow me.
We made a couple more turns and were in the office. Chloe was sitting out there. She stared at the boy beside me. She quickly got up and 'fixed' her hair.
"Hi, I'm Chloe. And you are?"
"So not interested," he said, pushing her off him. I covered my laugh with a cough.
"Come in, Benjamin," the secretary said. Benjamin walked in and took his schedule.
"Jane, come in dear," the secretary said. I walked in and gave her my slip. "You have detention?" She asked shocked.
"Yes, ma'am. Chloe was being quite rude," I said.
"Chloe? She's so nice though," the secretary said. I mentally snorted. "Well just go on now." She wrote something down and handed me my slip. I took it and walked out.
I made my way to room 12 and saw a few people in the room. I walked in and handed the teacher my slip. I took a seat far away, in the back, away from Chloe.
"Take out a book and read. You will be in here for the rest of the day," the teacher said. This isn't so bad, I thought. I took out my book at opened it. I gasped, horrified at what I saw. Pages were ripped out and there was a bloody rabbit's foot in it. "You'll need it if you want to be lucky enough to get skinny you FATASS" was written under it. I threw the book and heard Chloe laughing.
"What seems to be the problem," the teacher asked. I pointed to my book.
"L-look," I stuttered. He picked up my book and his face went pale.
"Alright who did this?" He asked. "We do not tolerate this kind of stuff." I stood there in shock to afraid to blink. "We'll figure this out. Just have a seat, Jane." I didn't want to sit down. I wanted to throw up. I felt the bile rising up.
I threw up everything in my stomach. I felt my throat burning. I felt someone walk me to the nurse. I soon felt the darkness take me.
"Jane. Jane dear. Wake up," I heard a voice say. I opened my eyes, blinded my the light. "You're mother is here." I got up and walked outside. I got in my mom's car.
"Oh honey," she said. "I'm sorry. You really need to talk to someone about this. Or I will." I just nodded my head and fell asleep again.