I look in the mirror and I think why am I not beautiful like the all the other girls, they aren't fat,they don't have to shop in the "plus size" sectional the mall. They are just perfect.
(That morning at school)
"Hey Melissa" says my friend Georgia "hey" I reply "what's wrong?" She says. I think in my head- well I am the fattest person at this school and every time I see that girl in the mirror... I.. I just want to cry. Out loud I say- "oh nothing I just feel sick" " let's take you to the restroom" says my friend "ok".
(In the restroom)
(The bell goes) "you go ahead Georgia... I'll catch up later" I say nearly in tears "ok see you at class" she replies. I open up my bag and pull out my scissors "why can't I be like them?!" I yell...then I slit my wrist.
(This is a fictional story and I am not trying to offend anyone by writing this I hope you enjoyed this first chapter xoxo Tayla)
