Fat Chance

Black UnBeauty

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?!?"

My mothers screams pierced both the air and my ears as I headed out to meet the bus.

"Um, I dyed it."

I knew I was walking on a thin line using sarcasm on my mother, but i was honestly so sick of being antagonized for no reason. When I was acting normal, it's like I'm not even alive. But when I decide to change my appearance, THATS when I'm the bad guy. THATS when I get noticed.

My dad was already at work and my mom was barely awake in the kitchen, making coffee for her and scrambled eggs for Alex. She had been distracted by only my hair color. Not because she wanted to say goodbye to me, not because she wanted to say she loved me, and not because she wanted to tell me to have a good day. It was just because I was stepping out of the box my parents had so desperately tried to keep me in. Even if I was just barely poking my head out, she was onto me.

"Why would you do something like that?!?" screamed my mother. The anger from her voice must have finally reached Alex, because he started to cry.

"FUCK" she yelled. That made Alex scream even harder. Leaving them to be loud together, I walked out the back door and down the road to the bus stop.

The bus stop was nearly empty when I arrived, which I was very happy about. Nobody commented on my hair, which I was secretly grateful for. I wasn't ready to be criticized again.

When the bus pulled up, we all shoved to enter the  bus first, just like normal. But right as I climbed up the last step, something that had been thown from inside of the bus hit me on my left cheekbone.

Since I wasn't expecting it, the impact caused me to lose my balence and fall down the bus stairs, outside.

I lay on the ground, the air  completely knocked out of me. Once my ears stopped ringing, the laughter from the bus hit me like a tidal wave. Kids peered at me from their windows, some even took pictures to send to friends. "OMG a bitch on my bus took a trip down the stairs and she's too fat to get up! HAHA :)"

I forced the tears back, and slowly started to get up. The bus driver looked very impatient, trying to calm everybody down and get them seated.

Looking to my left, I saw a Nerf football laying on the ground. 'So that's what hit me' I thought. There was no way to tell who's it was since everybody had a Nerf football somewhere, but that wasn't an issue. I'm pretty sure I already knew who the culprit was.

After regaining full balance and steadiness, I cautiously walked up the bus steps again.

The bus driver glared at me as I took a seat towards the front. All throughout the bus ride, I avoided stares and tried to ignore the little kids poking me.

When it was finally time for me to get off the bus, I was relieved. Because even though I just embarrassed myself in front of 50 kids (possibly more), this was the first bus ride in a long while that Danny hadn't directly ruined for me. I figured he was the one who had thrown the Nerf ball at me, but I didn't even care. As long as he didn't bother me with his face or his words, I could deal.

One of the other reasons I hate this bus is because I was the only one on the bus who went to my school. Most of my schools students took the short bus there and back.

Everybody looked at me as I got up from my seat and walked down the stairs into the cold January air. My earbuds were still in so I could still pretend I was somewhere else, listening to Snoop Dogg rap about alcoholic beverages.

I hurried up the steps into the school building, hoping to get changed and to gym class on time.

As I walked to the locker rooms, people kept looking at me. More then a year and half at this school told me it wasn't my fatness anymore.

That means it was my hair.

The butterflies in my gigantic stomach were flying around at 800 miles an hour. I had to do something before class.

I had to find Stella.

Stella and I weren't particularly "friends." We sat next to each other in U.S history and had the same lunch hour, so we saw each other often.

We also were both outcasts in a school full of outcasts. She was recovering from being anorexic and I was morbidly obese. In a normal situation, our paths wouldn't have ever crossed. But since this situation was anything but normal, we both figured "why not"

I found Stella sitting in the library, typing an English paper up on her laptop.

Sneaking up behind her, I yelled "BOO!"

Stella jumped about a mile and turned to look at me. She froze mid word as she stared at me, jaw unhinged.

Finally, she snapped out of it and smiled.

" Whats this now-black hair? Are you going goth or something?"