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Fat

[Jinxz: I'm gonna do a posting spree for this book. Also if anyone has a favorite creepypasta that they (ahem) like I might do a creepypasta x reader. I just really want to get back into writing so enjoy]

"Fat piece of cow!"

"Bag of lard!"

Mel McNuggen was used to it by now. The insipid name-calling used to reduce her to tears, but she'd learnt to cup her hands over her ears and run away from all the hate and spite of her fellow leaner peers.

Everyone loved making fun of Mel McNuggen. Her lumpy shapeless legs, her pot belly which drooped like cheese over the top of her skirt, her twenty chins. Whether you'd just failed an exam or been punched in the corridor, it didn't matter! Just find the fat girl and try out that new insult you just saw online. 'Oi, nugget! You're so fat you got more rolls than a bakery!' That'll be sure to brighten up your day.

Just what Jason Thinpole needed. On the last day of the summer term, the soccer team captain got rejected by class babe Angela Skinners. And after getting an F on his math test, he knew his day had not gone well.

Jason and his group of five thugs, comprised of both trashy guys and sleazy girls, thundered down the corridors after class like a cackle of hyenas sniffing out their victim. The intermittent yet gradually emerging scent of cheeseburgers and sweaty socks signalled the arrival of their prey and they lay in wait in the shadows on the other side of the open bathroom door.

BAM! The door slammed shut and they surrounded her, howling and laughing. Mel cowered in fear and kept on walking, but Jason's outstretched arms blocked her path.

"Where you goin' fatass? You tryin'a run?" He puffed up his cheeks and leaned backwards, squatting around the place like a constipated chicken. The others burst out in laughter.

They closed in on her. Mel's pace quickened until she was almost speed-walking. But then... the back of her head hit a wall. It was a dead end. She had nowhere to run now. Not that she would've gotten away had she anywhere to go, but at least she would've lived a few seconds longer.

Mel gulped and closed her eyes. She had lived a good life. One filled with shameful insults and acerbic weight related comments, but a good one nevertheless.

The band of wild animals began prodding and poking her in the stomach and armpits, giggling, spitting, grabbing and painfully twisting bits of fat rolls down her sides. The girls kicked and smacked her and unbuttoned her shirt. They ripped bits of it off, pulled her skirt down and tore her tights. Most of the guys took out their cell phones and happy-slapped. In their eyes she saw the fire of hell. Mel wondered if it was humanly possible to feel so ashamed. Christie Svelton grabbed her hair and pushed her head back against the wall.

"Jason, quick, do it! You got the marker?"

Jason pushed forwards and took out a permanent marker pen from his shirt pocket.

"Get off! Please, go away..."

"Shut up fatty!"

She felt the cold nib press down upon her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't tell what he had written but everyone was pointing and howling with laughter. The blood stopped rushing to her face and she slid down the side of the wall as soon as Christie let go of her. The gang crowded to look at the pictures they'd snapped of Jason's masterpiece and walked off.

Mel couldn't believe it. How could they have done this to her? Stripped to her underwear, she ran sobbing uncontrollably into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.

'I ate dog shit' was plastered over her forehead.

And as she cried and scrubbed and scrubbed and cried, she wondered to herself... what if it didn't have to be this way? What if she could be as popular as Christie someday? Or even Jason? Perhaps she could. Ever since she was young, there was a natural confidence to her, a burning desire to be the one at the centre of attention. The only thing getting in her way... was fat.