Short Stories by Meee!

The Chubby Little Indian

*NO offense intended*
"Sarah! Pick up the damn weight!" Coach screamed at me as I struggled to pick up the thirty pound weight. "Are you really that impotent?!" No he didn't... I looked up and glared at him.
"I quit." I said as I sat on my large rump. I'm what one may call...a fat (or chubby if you please) Indian. It's rather a disapprobation in my family. They treat me with iniquities. It use to offend me but with everyone being judicious and openly contemptuous, I eventually got over it.
It became so bad that I started speaking monosyllabically. The apothecary said it was caused by fraught when my mom asked about it.
I loved my mom, she's the only delegate in my delegation. When everyone was contentious she made the situation assuaged. My mom made the situation better even if it diminutive.
I pushed myself off of the gym floor and walked out into the hall. School literally kills me with all of the it drives me insane.
"Look it's the fat, little Indian." A girl said making her group of friends laugh. I pulled my hair in front of my face in embarrassment.
I know you're thinking if I'm ashamed change it. Well it's not that easy. It's never that easy...