The Overweight Target {COMPLETED}

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I walked along the cold pavement in the dark, dragging my feet. I walked to the end of the empty street; the only source of light was the beam shining from the street lamps.

I stumble into out tiny shack. Stepping inside the cold room I was greeted by my loving mother and little brother. I really did adore them. When you lose you safety and security net, you learn to love those who can provide for you however little.

"Hi honey" My mum says with open arms. I stare at her blankly and gave her a soft smile. I know she deserved more from me- like a greeting or a hug back, but my energy never allows me too. So I proceed to carry myself to my room.

My room was small and painted a cream colour with antique white skirting. It also has a divider through the middle. The reason for the divider is my brother and I share a room. Mum wanted to give my mum own room, but after a lengthy discussion I felt it was important for her to have her own space. Throwing my school bag on the floor, I lay on my bed thinking about when this nightmare will stop. School becomes a disease I try to avoid. Being teased and picked on chips away at any remaining self-esteem. Laying on my bed I gradually got tired and eventually fell asleep.

*nightmare*

"Look at her, clearly she was born in the highway, because that's where most accidents happen" the first blonde girl said while the second one high fived her. I had tears running down my face why are they doing this, wait yes, I do, they are slim and think that they are 'cool'. They say sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. However, I can recover from a broken bone, my esteem and mental may never heal.

*end of nightmare*

I woke up to being constantly shaken. I groaned and rolled over to see my little brother Harry shaking me. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I hate being wakened.

"Mum, told me to come and get you for dinner". He said

Harry is my younger brother, the one I share a room with. Harry is seven and he is the sweetest little thing. With brown eyes and brown hair, he is the exact opposite of me, I had short blonde hair, green eyes and a negative attitude. Harry on the other hand had a positive attitude, why couldn't everyone be more like him. I guess being seven your perceptions of the world are different, and you aren't yet exposed to the cruel nature of people.

"You were crying?" he says to me with his high-pitched worried tone, wideneding his eyes waiting for an answer.

"I just had a nightmare" I say plastering a fake smile on my face. What else could I do, he was my little brother and I didn't need him worrying about me. He sat next to me on my purple covered bed and gave me a big bear hug.

"Let's go have dinner" He says taking my hand leading me to dinner. It smelt good mum had cooked spaghetti Bolognese, my favourite dish. I took a seat at the second-hand wooden table, while Harry went around the other side. For a couple of minutes, I just played with my food. I wasn't really in the mood for eating, but I knew if I didn't eat it mum would go psychotic and bombard me with a heap of questions asking me why I wasn't eating? And then give me lecture on how I am beautiful, so in the end I came to the conclusion it is just easier to eat the meal.

Over the course of dinner, there wasn't much conversation, the only time one of us talked was when Harry was telling us about the Fire truck he drew at school. He said he is bringing it home tomorrow.

After dinner, I started to wash up the dishes.

"Honey, I could have done them." Mum says sleepily, lately she has been extra tired from working hard and working on our financial needs.

"It's ok mum, you're tired, go put Harry to bed and go to sleep, I will do the dishes" I hug my mum and send her to my room.

While washing up the dishes I visualise bad images of me killing myself, cutting, I shake my head and say I can't afford to think like that I should stop. It was graphic but time to time, I couldn't help but think what would happen if I do.

After drying of the last plate and putting it away, I steadily walk to my room hoping not to wake Harry up.

"Jenni?" Harry says sleepily. At the moment our divider is open it only gets shut at 9 o'clock when Harry goes to bed and open when mum goes to work which is at ten after we go to school.

"Yes, Harry" I say walking over to his bed. Planting myself on his bed he says.

"Can you read me a story, please" I nod in agreement and pull out 'There's a wocket in my pocket' by Dr Suess. Out if the top draw in his nightstand. During the story Harry, had fallen asleep in my arms, so I carefully shifted his head and body and placed it on his pillow. Quietly, I put the book away and jumped into my own bed. I couldn't care less if I had pyjamas on, I put my hand underneath my mattress to grab a writing book. Actually, my Diary.

'Dear Diary'

I am not sure what to think anymore, I hate this world everybody is stuck up and I hate getting bullied I wish everyone would be nicer. I also wish for one person to tell me I am special, and I need to lose weight why is it so hard? I don't need them to tell me I am special; I just want the fairy tale something I will probably never have.

You remember your high school romance or lover? Yeah, well I never will. Because I do not have one. Look at me, I am not worth loving and no one will love me ever. But I just wish that they would.

Is that so much to ask?

I closed the book back up and slid it back under my mattress, argh I groaned. I had to get out of bed to close the divider oh well it can stay open tonight.

Turning out my lamp I fall asleep to the soft sound of Harry snoring.

This morning I woke up in a bad mood it was Tuesday, do you know what Tuesday is? Weigh myself day, I rolled out of bed hopped in the shower the water droplets felt nice against my back.

After getting out of the shower and drying myself off, I pull out the scales from beside the vanity. I take a deep breath closing my eyes I step onto the scales.

I open my eyes and look at the number 106.4kg (235lbs) I rolled my eyes into the back of my head trying to hold back my tears, I am 18 and obese. I am not going to get anywhere in life if I stay in this shape. I put some clothes on and walk downstairs, I take a banana grab my lunch put it in my bag and set off down the road to school.

Next thing I know Joel, the boy, the footballer, Mr. Popularity, has run up to me. I keep walking in shock, and try to pretend he wasn't there but, he kept walking with me.

"Hey" he says holding his bag on his back. Crap. What do I do this is the first time someone has ever said 'hey' to me? What do I say Hey back? Just relax Jenni. Don't let a little bit of social anxiety get the best of you.

I put on a smile

"Hey" I say back. He runs his hand threw his ruffled hair. He opens his mouth and then he shuts it just as quickly. Like he wanted to say something but physically couldn't get it out.

"Jenni, would you umm... Go out on a date with me?" Joel asks, I stopped in my tracks, Joel Travis, Joel Mother Flipping Travis just asked me out. Why?! Also, he didn't even strike up conversation just straight to the point.

"Why, would you want to go out with me, I look like this" I say waving my hands up and down my body.

"I like your personality?" He replies, although it sounds like he is questioning himself at the same time.

"You don't even know me" I say through gritted teeth. How can he say that! He knows nothing. Now I am just offended at the start I was flattered but not anymore.

"We have English together with Mrs Lewis " he says starting to walk again. Wow, he knows that we have English together. *clap, clap*

"Well you have never acknowledged me!" I say following him. What makes him think that we could actually be friends?

"Let me take you on one date please" he begged me, I swear something fishy is going on, usually girls beg at his feet not he begs at an overweight girls' feet.

"Fine" I huff as we reach the school gates.