Sweet Revenge [sample - now a published book available on Amazon!]

one

"Move, fat ass!" A loud voice echoes as I am pushed face first into the grimy blue lockers. My fat cheeks slam against the cold blue surface and splay out like an ice cream dropped on the ground. I wince and let out a groan of pain.

Nothing out of the ordinary though – being bullied is an everyday occurrence for people like me. People like me? I mean people who are overweight.

Fat.

I push myself away from the lockers and shrug my hoodie back onto my shoulders, turning around to see the retreating figure of my tormenter. A mop of blond hair turns around to look at me, a smile etched on his face.

Lucas Keith.

One of the most attractive boys on this earth, who makes his mission on earth to make my world a living hell.

Sometimes I convince myself that he must have some reasoning for tormenting me the way he does. But then realization swoops; he's just a dick.

Edging on 280 pounds, I am obese. So much for inheriting my mother's slim figure. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Seems like a web of lies to me.

Somehow, my brother is the most praised boy in the school. Athletic, clever and nice – who doesn't like him? I, unfortunately, was not blessed with such good genes.

Unlike your typical high school drama story, the popular kids at this school don't mix that well. My brother forms his own clique; everyone wants to be them or with them. On the flip side of the coin is Lucas' posse, who seem to think that beauty is the only way to a successful life.

I fall into neither clique. I fall into: 'you're a loser, and Lucas Keith hates you so if I'm nice to you he will hate me'. It's a sad life.

Fortunately, I have one thing going for me: my brains.

When Lucas is working at McDonalds and finally realizes what it's like to be fat, I'll be working as a scientist finding a cure for cancer or playing the best friend (or wife) role of Prince Harry. That would serve him right. Ha.

But at the moment, he's at the top of the food pyramid and I'm right at the bottom. Brilliant.

If I just hold on one more year, I'll be out of this hell hole and into real life, where people don't treat fat girls like animals.

A life where your weight doesn't matter. A life where the size you are doesn't depend on the magnitude of your success.

Thankfully, I have one more day of hell until summer starts. After that, I am a Senior, reigning above the squirmy, acne-covered freshmen.

But who am I kidding? I will still be below the freshmen, especially in Lucas Keith's eyes.

The books I dropped lay scattered on the floor, looking up at me in misery. Grow a pair of balls! They scream at me. I woefully shake my head and tell them that, once again, Lucas Keith has won this battle. I slowly pick up the books and realize that I'm late for my class. Cursing under my breath, I run (as fast as my legs can take me) to the door.

Heads turn one by one as I make my entrance. Sniggers to the right. Whispering to my left. I block them out and head to the last seat available.

I close my eyes and sigh, falling back into the seat.

"Great. Now I can't see the board." Says a low voice behind me, followed by a couple of sniggers from his faithful posse. I turn around to see the smirking face of my bully. In attempt to take the high road, I ignore his comment unpack my equipment, before I scribble down the task Mrs. Fatimiah wrote for us on the board, and immediately start.