My Life As That Fat Girl

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

I seriously need to lay off the well....everything. People look at me when I eat. They snicker. It's been this way since 4th grade. I no longer care. But people who say 4th graders are still innocent, they're not. That is the year when human beings turn into evil beings. But I shall let those devils parents hang onto the wrong assumption about their child. I know longer care if they tease me.

"Do you need that bag of chips?" Veronica asked me, looking at the bag and then me.

Okay, no one knows this, but I am trying to lose weight! It's a super small bag of chips. I don't know why she's acting weird.

"It's a small bag of chips!" I defended myself. Hey! All I had for lunch was a small chicken wrap, these chips I am currently eating, and a small fruit smoothie.

"Do you know how many calories it obtains?" She raised and eyebrow at me, just staring at the bag now.

"I....no," I didn't know how many calories were in it. Ugh! She just had to make me feel bad about myself now that I was finally feeling good.

Veronica has been acting weird lately. It started this September. She's been distant with me and I don't know why. Actually I do. Because I'm chubby. Or what society would call fat when really...I'm just chubby.

She reached over and snatched my bag of chips away. My face burned with disappointment. I thought I was doing good with this diet thing. They weren't even chip chips! They were vegetable chips.

V also hasn't been all to supportive of my diet. I feel as if every time I am up...she makes me crash down.

"If you're going to be on a diet, please do it right," She hissed at me with a frown.

We've been friends since like 7th grade. Why is she acting like this.

"Okay," I agree with her though. I do need to be on top of my food help and calories.

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Why do people throw things at other people? It's immature.

Well, no wonder. The king of immaturity, Brendon Callon, is now throwing pencil bit into my hair. I ignore him.

I may be chubby but I least I don't have any sexual disease. Lord knows how many girls he slept with. 

"Luna? Are you ready to come up?" My public speaking teacher asked.

"Yes," I picked to talk about how we could do more about children in 3rd world countries not having any clean drinking water.

Of course. No one paid attention, except Ms. Travenis.

Monkey asses.

Except Ms. Travenis.

When I finished my paper, Ms. Travenis got up.

"Luna is the first person in the class to actually get an A on her assignment. Let us all applaud." She smiled and clapped for me. But the monkey asses, of course they were asses they didn't have hands, did not clap.

"Hey...hey Luna?" Someone whispered beside me. I looked over.

I couldn't believe it. Drake Summers was speaking to me.

"Will you go to the dance with me?" He asked me sincerely, with a cute smile on his face.

Well...there was no way I'd say no.

"Yes."

This day just got so much better.