(Previously known as: The Life of the Bullied)
~How can you say you love someone, when you can't even love yourself?~
"I love you, Sarah Emilia Hall."
"I-I think you should leave." I could literally see the life drain out of his eyes when I sa...
Just a little DISCLAIMER: I do not in anyway hate or feel any other type of way against skinny people. I'm not stupid enough to not realize that we were all made differently and some of us were born with the right genes and don't have a tummy OK? I know this, I also know you can't really change the way you are and it's totally not any of your control how your body naturally has a high metabolism. I also know that some people can't gain weight and it's a struggle just to put on pounds to try and have a healthy weight, I'm also not trying to ridicule those who struggle with Anorexia, at all. So just know that this chapter was not meant to in any way 'diss' these people at all, it's just what I came up with and fit what my character was feeling at the moment. So PLEASE don't comment saying anything about this and how I'm just hating on those of y'all who were born by the grace of God with a high metabolism and can't help it if you're skinny. I know this and all that was said in this chapter was all just a fictional characters words and shouldn't be taken to heart. ❤💋❤💋❤💋
Oddy👑
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Chapter: 13- In Which she Grows a Backbone
❤Sarah's POV❤
After that whole thing with James, my emotions had calmed down a little. Though I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't still bothered by the fact that James could have any girl in the whole school and he'd chosen me, the fat, unwanted, and unattractive girl, well at least to myself I am.
The rest of the week had gone by fast, nothing really that exciting going on. James did abide by what he said, and after that we hadn't really been that close. He didn't even kiss me on the cheek any, seemingly content with just grabbing my hands when we were together. And even though that was what I wanted, I found I missed the feel of his lips against mine, and I was beating myself up with how stupid of a decision I made.
It was now Friday, and I was sitting in the passenger seat of James' car. The car was silent, no one speaking and even the radio was mute, but it was a comfortable silence, filled with the pleasurable little shocks that raced through my body every time James lightly ran his thumb over my hand. That's the thing, ever since we'd had that talk James would hold my hand while he drove, ever so often he would rub the back of my hand, and although the movement was innocent enough, it still managed to work me up.
We were heading towards the school, and James was occasionally looking from the road to me, back and forth. Honestly I was getting a little nervous, after all his attention should be focused on the road, but I could tell there was something bothering him, something he wanted to speak to me about, but couldn't figure out how to bring up.
"What is it James? I know you want to speak with me about something." James took a second to look at me, chuckling a little before it soon turned into that of a sigh.
"Ugh...damn, I don't know how to bring this up." Looking up at him, I saw as his handsome face was turned up into one of confusion, a look of concentration showing through as he thought of the many possible ways he could word what he needed to say to me.
