January 24th,
Guess what is happening,
Right at this moment I'm sitting in a stranger's house, who I think is the love of my life.
It is my eighteenth birthday, but more importantly it is that awkward time of the year where, you're sitting in front of your laptop screen devouring a tub of Belgian chocolate ice cream and you just know, that this year is just another year that you won't be living up to your resolution to get fit.
Out of sheer guilt, you stop devouring that tub of ice cream, shutdown your laptop and decide to write a recount of what happened in your life so far as a teenager in order for you to get to this miserable point in your existence. The age of 18.
Maybe that's just me.
Oh and you also throw up into the bucket.
That is definitely just me.
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That is how this story starts. The most memorable summer of my life thus far, my last few months left of high school, the all-time high of a child's schooling experience. The few weeks before I was officially an adult. But before I delve deep into the intense six weeks starting on December 14th, the lead up to the very moment I described in the above entry, I need to give you some context. I thought I'd share with you one of my fondest secondary school memories. (Just because I'm in a reflective mood)
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December 4th - The Last Day of Year 10
Guess what happened,
Today was no ordinary day. I finally made it into the "popular group". For the past nine years in my schooling life I had wondered what was the criteria to become a member of the coolest group of kids in school and today I had cracked the code. I unveiled this secret when one of my 'friends' asked me if I wanted to play truth or dare with them, and me being the person that never gets asked anything, said, "yes", in a heartbeat.
This girl was a 'friend' named Marion, she was always extra kind to me, a bit too kind for my liking. Nevertheless, I followed her to the artificial grass area that was so fittingly called the "artificial grass". Not because of the synthetic grass, but because it was where all the imposter "cool kids" hung out. Now, sorry if you're not a tween like I once was and don't understand the significance of these derogatory terms, that are only applicable to the 21st century but they perfectly capture the frustration I felt at the time.
As I continued to walk towards the grass, I noticed a circle of girls and boys underneath the cafeteria table.
Did I mention they were sitting underneath the table? No not around the table like normal people, underneath it.
But I guess I had no choice but to join them there.
I watched as they excitedly spun the empty bottle of Sprite that someone had ever so sneakily brought from home. The bottle pointed to me. I was not ready for this. I sat there clueless and in shock, as I heard a few inarticulate sounds and then vaguely saw somebody lean in for what looked like a kiss.
Except, this someone, who may I mention, was a guy, did not come in for a kiss. He lent in and splatted me on the head with a boiled egg, leaving me sitting there, looking like an idiot with my lips in an ugly pout.
Feeling not only embarrassed but also heartbroken I at once ran from underneath the table into the girl's toilets and locked myself in a cubicle. I did not know what to do, so I just sat there and cried silently, not making a single sound. I stayed there waiting till there was nobody around and then I wiped away the tears and acted as though nothing had happened.
Unlike a regular child, I did not wait there and skip class, I went back to class because I admit that I was a nerd and my parents had taught me that this was not what us Daley's did, crying alone in a cubicle was for the weak.
In that very moment I knew that I had no real friends and as sad as that sounded it was true. Everyone just knew me as the smart yet humble kid that never really spoke to anyone and was socially awkward.
But that's what made me different from all the hundred soul sucking, wannabe, brainless girls that only cared about how much a guy could bench press, amongst other things.
Now I knew the one and only criteria necessary to be a part of the "popular group", it was nothing other than inhumanity and unkindness. If you're some unkind succubus, then you will fit right into the group. But sadly I wasn't and now that I had cracked the code, I'm not sure if I still wanted to fit in.
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Cue Tamara from the future.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary Of A Chubby Girl
Teen Fiction"The day I was born, stars shot down to earth, planets fell out of alignment, the world stopped revolving and destiny ran for its life." My name is Tamara Eloise Daley but you can call me TED. I like to think that I had this impact on the world, bu...
