Fat Girl Thin

Chapter One

As I entered the doors of hell surprisingly no one made any notice towards me. I turn sharply around the corner hoping no one sees me. Although it would be hard not to spot the 18 stone giant clumping down the corridor . They still have all day to make snide comments behind my back. I can feel it coming.

I turn down what must be the smallest corridor ever (well that's what it feels like to me) and head to my first class. Getting there early is always my priority, getting there to sink into the corner seat at the back. I'm so close to my first class, that's when it starts. I can't help bumping into people. I can't stop them looking at me like I'm a monster.

"Freak."

"Oh god she's back, oink oink."

"Watch it! Maybe you need to lay off the snacks."

Whispering, all around me. I can hear it all, I can feel it all, stabbing at my mind, stabbing at the extra layers of fat resting on my hips. It all hurts, all the pig noises, all the "Mind she might crush you" comments. Every single year. I have to stop it, I have to.

Finally making it to the door of my first class, I plod inside. Normally I'm the first one here but today there is a boy sitting in the middle of the classroom with his feet on the desk, he has dark, shortly cut hair and is wearing mostly all black. Apart from the stained white t-shirt that he doesn't seem to care about. He looks up at me as I make my way along the side of the classroom, when he smiles towards me I noticed the lip ring. I get a tingle in the palm of my hands and try to smile back but he's already looked back down at his phone. I stumbled along to where I've always sat, hoping to blend in with the pale walls.

"I'm Logan."

It takes me awhile to realize he's speaking to me, I look up from my book and see that he has turned around in his chair and is looking straight into my eyes.

"H-hi, I'm Na-" the bell cuts me off and the rest of the class comes piling in. I feel my face burn as I slump down in my chair as much as I can. Addison comes over and asks me how my summer went. We used to be best friends all through primary, then she realized it was 'uncool' to be seen sitting with the fat kid. Every now and again she will ask me how I am when her friends aren't looking. As she walks back over to her chair she points towards Logan giving a thumbs up and mouthing the word, "Hot". For some reason I feel a stab in my heart.

Ten minutes into the lesson and Logan already has all the girls practically drooling over him. He never looks back once towards me.

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Just about making it halfway through the day, lunchtime arrives. I walk as fast as the fat jiggling on my legs will let me, towards the big oak tree outside and slouch down to the ground getting out my lunch. But I don't eat it, I don't even look inside the brown paper bag to see what little note about eating too much my aunt has put in today. Instead, pacing over to the bin, I drop it in. I surprise even myself by this action I've taken without even thinking. But deep down in the back of my mind, I know why.

I remember being eight years old and my grandmother calling me chubby, always wanting a second cookie but my aunt saying, "You'll get huge if you keep eating." She was right. I am. I remember trying so very hard at the age of thirteen not to ask for seconds, feeling as if I was breaking some unspoken rule. Kate Moss used to say in all the magazines, "nothing tastes as good as skinny feels."

I close my eyes and rest my head on the damp bark and someone taps my shoulder making me jump. Logan. I feel my face flush red as I look up towards him.

"Hey, mind if I sit with you? I'm not really into eating in crowded areas like the lunch hall," he explains whilst smiling massively all the way through his sentence.

"Um, yeah s-sure." I curse myself for stuttering in front of him. He sits down across from me and gets out his lunch.

"Not eating?" he questions me. I quickly shake my head in reply, looking down and picking at the edge of my bag. He seems like he is about to say something but then stops, scooting closer to me. This makes me feel quite uncomfortable. No boy would ever be seen a mile from side and here I am sitting face to face with the nicest guy I have ever met. "You never told me you're name before?" he asks, still smiling.

"Oh, it's Navaeh." I give him back the best smile that will form on my face. When he is just about to speak again his phone buzzes and he stands up quickly, frowning.

"Sorry I have to go. C'ya round Navaeh." Then he winks and strolls away.