September 15, 2016

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Kirstin's house is above and it's gorgeous!😍
Kirstin's POV
Today was supposed to be like any day. Wake up, eat, text Matt, go to school, go through hell, go home, dinner, then back to my slumber. It's a pretty simple procedure. Right? No drama. No worries. I just focused on music, dance, friendships, and school. That's the most simplest lifestyle I could ask for. Little did I know, today my daily routine would have a little bump. The wake up, eat, text Matt, go to school part went absolutely smoothly. It was the going through hell AKA school, that didn't go as per usual. When I reach my home room class, I'm expecting to see the usual groups I also see as I awkwardly enter the room. Usually Chanel and Avi-being the good students they are- are already there waiting for my late ass to arrive. Today was different. This time I walk into the class room with my whole class crowding and pushing around one area of the class room. They seemed to be all wanting to catch a glimpse of something. Curious, I made my way over to the scene, completely unaware of what I was about to witness. It was a picture. Of me. From Grade 7. I had a box of donuts in front of me that I seemed to be gorging on. I was overweight. Ugly. Then everything hit me like a train. There were only a few words that made it into my brain. How the fuck did Catt find that photo of me? Yes it's true. I went through a period of extreme depression in Grade 7 and it got so bad that I used food as my medication. I got extremely overweight, I almost died because of how overweight I got. The doctors sure proved it to me. That whole year flashes before me. The crying for help as I was rushed into an ambulance, my parents quickly following behind me. I was screaming in pain. I felt like someone had stabbed me multiple times in my stomach. Only thing I remember, is waking up to find a tube in my stomach, and tears in my parents eyes.
"Well well if it isn't miss overweight," Catt sneered causing my whole class (minus Chanel and Avi) to laugh at me. She smirked. Tears began streaming down my face.
"How did you-how did you find that photo?" I asked as my tears began to slowly turn into sobs.
"It was simple finding your dads Facebook. Gosh did he ever have some good photos of your fat ass," the class continued to laugh at the photo. "Would you like me to get you some donuts? You sure look like you're craving them," Chanel and Avi have definitely had enough because before I knew it, my dad was running into the room with Chanel and Avi closely behind.
"Catt McLean get down from that table and get yourself to my office immediately!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Catt's evil demeanour was replaced with fear as she slowly exited the room.
"As for the rest of you," my dad continued, "I will be giving your whole class, except for Chanel and Avi, a whole week of after school detention, no excuses. If you can't make one, I'll be sure and happy to give you a make up one," he then left the room leaving my class in silence. I couldn't take it anymore, I ran out of the room, out of the building, and into the school field. I lie down in the middle of it, and just let my body sit there in tears. I knew my dad would eventually come and find me, and most likely take me home. I just couldn't handle being near anyone else. Gosh I couldn't even handle myself. Soon I hear footsteps, thinking it was Chanel and Avi I spoke.
"Hi," I said bluntly as tears escaped my eyes.
"You shouldn't be out here alone," Mitch said sadly as he lay down next to me. I sighed.
"I bet you had a good laugh. Go ahead, laugh at me some more. It obviously doesn't make you feel guilty," Mitch shook his head.
"I only laughed because the popular kids thought it was funny and I have to do whatever the popular kids do," I scoffed.
"You bitch," I sneered, "and you said just yesterday that we were friends. If we were truly friends, you would've done exactly what Chanel and Avi did, at least I know they have my back," I then got up and started heading back inside.
"Kirstin wait!" Mitch called, "come on can we please talk this out?" I turned around and faced him.
"No we can't Mitch! Screw being friends! I now officially hate you. Just stay the fuck away from me," I then ran inside and headed straight for my locker. I packed up all my dance shoes, my sheet music, and all my school books into my bag, before I made a run for it towards my dads office, before I was completely safe and sound, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug. I turned to see who it was, happy that Chanel was finally by my side.
"I'm so sorry Kirst. If you want to talk to me or Avi, just let me know." I nodded and hugged her tightly before I let go and bid goodbye. I knocked on my dads food before I opened it. Luckily, it was only him in the office.
"She got a week suspension. I'm taking you home, you didn't deserve any of that garbage. None of the people know what really happened Kirstin," I nodded and engulfed myself in a hug with my dad. We then let go and left the school. I was glad to leave the campus. For once I actually felt like I couldn't go to school, I just couldn't bring myself to face my classmates ever again. As soon as I got home, I put on my point shoes, dancing gets rid of any anger or sadness I have stored in my body. Everything just goes away when I let my body dance to its hearts content. I put on Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap. As the music began to play, I began to dance like I never had before. It was amazing, all my stress from today went away and I felt amazing. Once the song ended, I put my point shoes away and threw on sweats. I then lay down on the couch and watched spongebob with a tin of Ben and Jerry's close by. It was very relaxing and I loved it.
Mcmatt: your dad told me you're not okay. What happened baby?
Kweenkirst12: school heartthrob basically released photos of me from Grade 7.
Mcmatt: omg I wish I could hug you and kiss you rn. I hope you're okay, stay strong. I love you❤️
Kweenkirst12: I love you too❤️ thank you for this little chat. Thanks for making my day better!
Today was possibly the most worst day of my life. Tomorrow though, I just have to face my demons, I just song know if I'm ready.
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