Skinny

Eighth Grade Over

The next week was Kat's last year of torture.

The last week of eighth grade. 

You just have to last five more days, Kat told herself on Monday.

But the kids in her class were going to torment her as much as they could over the next week.

"Hey Katty," someone called from behind her. "Where are you going for high school? I doubt any good school would let you in. They'd run out of cafeteria food way too quickly."

Kat spun around and glared at the girl who had shouted out. It was Jacinta Spike, the most popular girl at Kat's school. She always traveled in a pack with her mindless gang of stupid skinny cronies, and that Monday was no exception.

Iola, Jacinta's right-hand idiot, immediately chimed in, "How many calories do you eat a day, Fatty? Six thousand? Eight thousand? One million? You're going to kill yourself with all those donuts and pizza rolls you're eating. I think you've gained enough wait. I swear, you're going to get diabetes and kill yourself before you're thirty years old!"

Jacinta's entire group of stupid skinnies giggled madly at Iola's remark.

Kat rolled her eyes and said, "You skinny bitches are the ones who are going to get anorexia and die in fifteen years. Being obese is better than being fucking anorexic."

Jacinta's whole posse (Iola, Evelyn, Mikayla, Shawna, Lissi, Fiona, Cherise, Vickie, Lizbeth and Danita) let out a gasp of indignation and hatred. Jacinta merely cackled in her high-pitched, annoying trill. 

"Ha!" Jacinta laughed. "Obesity better than anorexia? Bitch, you must be mistaken. Anorexia can be overcome. Obesity is genetic. You aren't going to get rid of it."

Kat snorted. "Obesity isn't genetic, and apparently neither is blonde hair in your family. But stupid sure is! My mother was a supermodel! Anorexia is genetic, and it's actually pretty dangerous. Obesity can be overcome by dieting, or exercising. Anorexia is going to take you over someday, and you, with your fear of eating food, aren't going to be able to eat when you're supposed to. You're going to fade away and nobody will remember you, or feel sorry for you. Do you know why? BECAUSE YOU'RE AN INSECURE, NARCISSISTIC, FAT-SHAMING, SLUTTY LITTLE BITCH WHO DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE! You made fun of Annelisse, but she was depressed, and now she's locked up in a padded cell because she tried to kill herself because of you! You people are total assholes and nobody'd miss you if you were dead. No one will like you, just because you're so self absorbed that you don't even notice other people! You're a jerkwad and when you grow up the only valid career choice for you will be either a McDonald's employee or a prostitute that nobody cares enough about to fuck! BACK. THE. FUCK. OFF."*

Kat immediately slapped her hands over her mouth in surprise. She'd never spoken that much to a popular girl before.

Jacinta snarled. Her gang of idiots all folded their arms and glared at Kat.

"Come on, girls. We're leaving," Jacinta snapped. "But don't get used to this, pig. This last week is going to be hell for you."

*Kat's monologue is what I've been wanting to say to everyone who's ever called me fat or ugly or tried to insult me about my size in any way. Thank you people SO much for ruining young children's lives. I'm sure when they grow up to be depressed or with an eating disorder or addiction to plastic surgery, they'll thank you. NO, I'M KIDDING. YOU IDIOTS DON'T REALIZE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO PEOPLE! Anyone you tease could have a horrible home life. You don't know! And yet you still torment them, for no reason other than you're insecure and don't know what to do with yourself. FIX YOUR BRAIN. IF YOU DON'T REALIZE THAT WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS WRONG, YOU NEED HELP! Sorry this chapter was so long. I just needed to get this out there.