Ch. 1
I hate my life, I hate how I look. I basically hate everything about me!!! The reason I hate myself so much is because I'm obese and get picked on. Not cool. I don't have any friends and I feel like crap because even my parents don't take much interest in me! They would rather watch paint dry than listen to me about how I get bullied and picked on at school. Oh, I forgot to mention. My name Is Melissa Pickett, I am 16 years old and basically living the luxury life. If only my love handles wouldn't get in the way of my life, I would be perfect, like those bottle blonds at school. I am basically the exact opposite. I have brown hair and green eyes with specks of grey and blue in them. And of course the extra luggage I have been packing around in my thighs, waist, hips, and stomach!
I head off to school in my 2009 Alfa Romeo 8C Spider. Once I reach inside, it's like every other day. I walk to my locker and get my books out before first period, crossing my fingers that 'They' wouldn't come around to me.
But just my luck, 'they' come up to me in 10 seconds flat. What I mean by 'they', is the people who taunt me and harass me, it's like I'm living in my own personal hell made just for me labeled: Here you are Melissa, your own slice of hell. Enjoy. The people consist of (of course) the jocks, sluts, and this is new to some people- the emo's. Aren't they supposed to be miserable and try to commit suicide by cutting themselves, instead of making fun of me and marking me as their own personal bitch? I guess this is the only way to get them to stop doing that to themselves. Lucky me, note the sarcasm.
I try to walk away from the pestering group, but they just block me from my only escape. Making fun of me and using physical contact on me like I'm a punching bag. My life is the shittiest in the world. Anyway back to the case, someone punches me square in the jaw, knocking me off balance, must be a jock to have so much power to do that. I'm usually tough as bricks ever since the incident that happened. I'm knocked out of my thoughts, as I begin to feel heels going into the side of me, making me lose my breath. I try to gain it back, but after so many blows, one could just sit there and wait until their done with their beating. Finally, I start to feel the scratches; believe it or not again, those are the emo's with their stupefying long nails that reach about 3 inches in length.
These are the trademarks that happen to me every day. Good thing for teachers though. I hear people coming to my rescue and the dirty bastards run away, snickering while they do so. I sit up and a swarm of teachers surround me trying to comfort me like they do every day, but it's just not the same. I ignore them, but this time instead of heading off to my first class, I head straight home.
*After the ride*
I park in the driveway and head inside. I go to the bathroom to treat my new marks over my face. I stare at myself for a while. I'm not that ugly am I? I head to my room, full of anger, revenge, and, sorrow. Then it comes to me. 'I know just how to get back at those dirty bastards who caused me pain and strife' I start to think. While doing so, I take out a pad and pen. On the top I write 'The List'.
I start to write down the names of the people who caused me pain, starting with the people at school. I start with 'The Jocks.' The Jocks consist of 5 guys: Jake, Hunter, Zach, Tyler, and Jamie. They all claim something that would be impossible for me to do:
J
ake: The player of the group claims that 'I would never give him a hard-on if he saw at me.'
Hunter: The follower like everyone else is claims 'I would never be beautiful'
Zach: Same as Hunter and everyone else claims: 'I have probably never
been kissed"
Tyler: Same, claims: 'I could never fit into clothes like regular girls'
Finally, Jamie: The leader claims: 'I could never break anyone's' heart because I'm so ugly'
After writing all of these comments down, I find out that they are assumptions, and you know what people say about those:
"If you're making an ASSumption, your making an ass of you and me" Which is what I am planning to do, besides the ass making out of me. I will make them take back their words of what they said about me. With that thought still lurking in my brain, I head off to the gym.
*After the gym*
I head back to my car. I. Am. Exhausted. I head back home, only to be accompanied by the people who are supposed to care about me, but don't. As soon as the door opens, the look my way, but then avert their eyes when they know it's me. Wow. My parents are so loving; they didn't even ask what I was doing and why I was now just coming in. But they will remember me very soon. . .
1 month later. . .
It's been a full month and I have lost all of my love handles that used to hold me down. I look amazing. I still have a big chest due to my previous weight, but I'm not complaining about it, it fits nicely and it's not fake like those bottle blonds at school who always use plastic surgery. My ass is not as huge as it was before, but it still is big. I have a tiny waist so it compliments it. I didn't go to school, because I didn't want anyone to notice I was losing weight, I just wanted them to be surprised when they see it's me. I'm going to go to school tomorrow to see what they think and probably scratch some of those names off my list. I also got a bit stronger due to the fact that I was working out. I head downstairs to get an apple since I'm not truly hungry and I just want a snack.
I hear keys jingle from outside and the door opens, revealing my mom with her usual lawyer outfit. I ignore her and reach for the apple, when I look back at her; I see her mouth slightly open as if she's in shock.
"Honey, is that you?" she asks still full of surprise, took her long enough to figure out her obese daughter has turned slim, curvy, and beautiful.
"Yes mom it's me" I say indifferent. She comes over to me and cups my face in her hands.
"You look beautiful" she says. I stare in her eyes and see honesty. Wow. This is the first mother daughter bonding we have had since I was slim in previous times.
"Thanks mom" I say and slip out of her grasp running up stairs. I have no time to bond with her; she's always avoided me before.
After I finish my apple, I start to get sleepy. I get my PJ's from my new wardrobe that I bought and slowly drift off to sleep, looking forward for tomorrow.
*Tomorrow*
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping, it is going to be a very good day. I hop out of bed, feeling chirpier than usual. I take a shower and put some clothes on so I can dress to impress. I apply a little make up and head out the door. My mom even manages to stifle a 'Good-bye' to me on my way out. I pretended I didn't even hear it.
I park in my usual spot at school and come out. Once I grab my bag and start to walk inside, already I hear the wolf-whistles, cat calls, and other nonsense. I walk to my locker and open it. Then, I feel someone hover over me, and to my surprise I see 'The Jocks'
"Hey, you new hear?" Jamie says and winks at me. Only if he knew who he was winking at. I turn around and notice the face.
"Mellissa?" They all say together, I can't help but to chuckle at how stupid they are.
"The one and only" I say. I decide to play with them. I turn back around and one of my books 'drop'. I bend down to pick it up and hear someone trying to hold a groan in, but it just bursts free. I turn back to them and see that every one of them have a hard on.
This list is going to be so awesome!
*How do you like my new story? I searched my name up on Google and type in flirtynerdy on images, the first one is my profile! How cool is that?!?! Anyway sorry about the kind of sad part in the beginning, it gets better I promise ;)*
*Flirtynerdy619
