Plus Size.

Chapter One.

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"Gaah." I groan as I roll over.

My throat was so dry, I felt like I couldn't breath properly.
I remembered the bottle of water, I had brought yesterday was still sitting on my bedside table.

I reached over, and grabbed the still almost full bottle, and brought it to my lips. I began drinking, finishing the bottle within seconds. I didn't realise I was that thirsty!

I flick my doona off, and step out of bed, glancing around my room. My room is full of boxes. There is a pile of clothes sitting on top of one of the boxes, which is my outfit for today.
Jeans, and a Rolling Stones singlet. Simple.

I grab my clothes, and walk to the shower.
Stripping off, I step into the hot shower, letting the water flow down my body.
Stepping out, I glanced in the mirror.
I sighed.

I hated my body. I hated everything.
I was fat.

I quickly grabbed my towel, and dried myself, and getting dressed to hide myself.

I covered my face with make up, and walked downstairs.

"Here's my beautiful girl." Dad smiled, as I stepped into the kitchen.

I smiled. Even though I knew I wasn't beautiful, hearing dad say it always made me smile.

"Morning dad.." I said giving him a kiss.

"Ready for the big move?" He asked placing a plastic plate on the bench in front of me.

"I've never been more ready." I smiled.

"The guys will be here soon to take everything, so after you've eaten, go make sure you've packed everything.." He said shoving half a slice of Vegemite toast in his mouth.

I took a small bite of the toast in front of me, and watched as dad walked away, pushing the plate away from me.

I stood up, and threw the toast in the bin, placing my plate in the sink.

I walked back to my bedroom, which really, was no longer my bedroom, as the house no longer belonged to us.

I pulled all my bedding of my bed, folding and shoving it all into a box, ready for the guys to take our stuff.

Everything I owned was all in boxes. My whole life was now boxes.
It's strange how your whole life, can fill several boxes. Most of my things had been thrown out, as there was no point dragging stuff I didn't even have use for, to Melbourne.
Dad and I were starting fresh, and by fresh I mean, we were taking half our stuff with us. What was the point starting fresh, if you're going to take everything old with you?

Making sure every last box was taped shut, I hear a knock at the door.

"Spency, can you get that please?!" I hear dad tell. It sounded like he was in the attic.

I ran down the stairs to the front door, and opened it, to see the truck driver for the furniture removalist  standing there in a Fluro shirt.

"Hello mam, is this the Ivory residents?" He asked.

"Yes.." I modded, inviting him in.

"Dad!" I yelled out.

"Yeah? " he yelled back.

"It's the removalists.."

"Alright, I'll be there in a moment.."

I turned back to the driver, and smiled.

"Sorry, dad has a specific way he wants everything placed in the truck.. No idea why, but you know.." I laughed.

"Oh, that's understandable.." He smiled..