I Am Worth It

Cheerleaders, popular's, jocks, nerds, music nerds, bad asses, teachers pets. Aren't we a judging school. From the very first day you get judged. On very different things actually like, your clothing, fashion choice, your smartness, and of course the two biggest your size and beautifulness. I mean does beautiful only really have one meaning? Well yes, in my school it does, and the meaning is the popular's or in the own words "Im way higher than because I am fit and good looking". Automatically if you are not beautiful you are not going to be a popular. they get everything. If a "popular" is smart everyone just says wow that's just great! If another random non popular kid is smart or even pays attention in class, guess what, he or she is automatically a nerd. Cruel, right? High is a cruel and judging place, but unfortunately we all have to go there sometime. 

"Alright class, today we are going to have a pop quiz!" My math teacher, Mr. Whitinghem exclaimed.

"Yay," I mumbled to myself.

"Do you all know what the pop quiz is on?" he asked.

Really? Why would you ask that! I'm not the teacher, I'm pretty sure that would be you. 

 

"That's right, algebra! Everybody's favourite!" He started.

I absolutely positively hate math! I suck at every subject there is! Literally, I am not joking! The only thing I am good at would be singing. Aha that's funny. You want to know why? I am really shy, people barley hear me talk, and we are talking about singing!

"Alright, you have...hmm, fifteen minutes. Start your pencils, on your tests, get ready, go!" Alright okay, you got this Sophia. You only have fifteen minutes, you got this bro! Think think think! 

"Thirteen minutes," Mr Whitinghem said.

Shoot! Come on Soph!

"Hey, um, can I borrow a pencil?" some random dude asked me.

"Uh, sorry I don't have one,"

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes I'm sure,"

"Do just want me to check in your pencil case?" He questioned, stupidly.

"Um, no, don't touch my personnel belongings," I awkwardly answered.

"Okay then.."

"Eleven minutes," Mr. Whitenghem said.

"Hey, uh, do you have a sharpener then?" The stupid random dude asked again.

"No I don't," I answered sternly.

"Do you want me to check your pencil case?"

"As I told you before, yep I'm sure," I replied.

"Are you sure,"

"Yes I am,"  I answered with gritted teeth.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," He muttered.

"Seven minutes," Mr Whitenghem said again.

Ahh! Come on Sophie think! You are smart! You got this! Oh who am I kidding, I don't got this I'm just going to flunk it!

"Do you have a-"

"NO I don't!" I shouted.

"Can I check--" 

"No you many not touch any of my stuff!"

"Mrs Matya. Why are you yelling? This is not a playground!" Mr. Whitenghem scolded.

"Sorry sir.."

"Now hurry up, you only have about... hmm, five more minutes," he said.

"okay sir,"

Okay question 4 is finished. Time for question number- -

"Time is up!" He yelled.

Oh great, I only made it to question five.      

"Have a wonderful day, goodbye class!" He waved, ousting us out.

okay time for lunch! Mmm spaghetti! Dreamy yummy delicious saucy--

"Ah my books," I cried, as it flew everywhere. 

"Watch where you are going, fatty," A bunch of jocks snickered.

Fatty? Ouch that hurt. Am I really that fat. I never thought of that... Do I need to loose weight? Nahh they're probably just teasing, like jocks oh sorry like jerks they are.  Mhm spaghetti.. mama's home! I was about to put my fork into my mouth when,

"Fatso, if you keep on eating you might burst," They all cracked up.

I just quietly ignored it, and continued eating my food.

'You need to loose that blubber," a blonde giggled.

"How you going to do that by eating as much as you do," They all laughed.

Ouch... fat. What's wrong with the word fat. Nope nothings wrong with it, people started messing with it. If your fat your not inhuman your just a human in a larger body. Is that really that bad? Since when was "Slim" in fashion? After those comments, I just stared at my food, didn't have the same hunger in my stomach, didn't feel exited. I felt hurt...ugly. Not just my body but everything I just think me itself was ugly! I went straight to the bathroom. Pulled my shirt up and looked and my stomach. I never noticed it till now. They were right, I do have blubber. I am fat. I tried sucking in my stomach,it didn't help, when I let go of my breath, it wen't back to normal, it was fat again. A tear dropped carlessley flowed down my face. Then another and another...After that tears just streamed down my whole face. Eyes red blood shut and puffy. That's when it hit me, I am ugly, and fat and horrible and worthless.

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Hey guys. I wanted tomake a new story! Please tell me watch you guys think. I actually cried a little writing this! Please comment, vote and fan