My Fat Lesbian- ON HOLD.

Changing schools.

Changing schools.

"Ugh, I can't even comb my hair!" I screech, pulling the hairbrush down forcefully against my hair. My head tilts to the side and pain shoots up my skull, making me cry out.

"It can't be that hard," my friend says, her voice sounding muffled from the video chat. My mom came up with some news ten months ago, telling me when I sat down at the dinning table. My favorite dishes were displayed against the table, and I should've known something was going down when she sat down with a giant smile.

She slammed her hands together, smiling slightly before clearing her throat. My eyes slid towards her, quickly grabbing a napkin and cleaning my face. I had immediately dug into the food, filling my face till the brink. She rolled her eyes and then told me she was going to accept a job in a city ten hours, by plane, away from my home.

I had screamed and made a tantrum, crying and cursing everyone out. Finally, I had calmed down and accepted the fact that my mom's choice won't change. I decided to follow along, not that I had an option, and now I'm stuck in a two-story building. Today is my first day of an all-girls school.

I don't know if I should be happy, I haven't told my mom that I decided to apply in a private school for girls. I took the entrance exam immediately that I came here, three months later I got an envelope that says I was accepted to LAMA high school.

My mom was happy, saying that I'm smart enough to get accepted to a challenging private school. She didn't have time to search that the actual name stands for, and decided that it was fine with me going. I'll just have to take the bus on the way there, and on the way home.

"Daniella? Daniella you there?" My friend's voice called, making me snap out of my thoughts. I frowned, staring at the screen, watching her figure move down in slow, frozen movements. Suddenly, her voice started stopping halfway, creating a gap between her words and I couldn't understand.

"What?" I called out, putting the hairbrush down and grabbing my phone, as soon as my hand touched it, the screen went gray and the words 'NO CONNECTION' popped out, making me groan. I went to setting and connected with the Wi-fi once again, before watching the time.

7:30

One more hour before the school started, I rapidly combed my hair and then slipped into my uniform shoes. I fixed my skirt and my white, plain t-shirt before quickly putting my messy curls into a bun. I grabbed the backpack, swinging it over my arm before running out of there. My feet rapidly slammed against the wooden floor, creaking under my footsteps before shoving my phone deep inside my skirt-pockets.

My mom had probably left an hour ago, her first day of her new job starting today. My heart was hammering against my chest, and my palms started getting sweaty. I was nervous, more than nervous, frantic. I was panicking.

I knew I wasn't like other girls, and once I waited for the bus on the blue bus stop sign, I noticed other girls with the same uniform. They were pretty, with braided hair and cute nails. Their makeup was light, but noticeable. They were cute, and then I looked at myself.

I forgot to mention that I was fat. Yes, fat. My stomach had extra grease inside, and it hanged down, covering my vagina for me to see. My legs are fat and thick, juggling whenever I took a step. My arms had flab under them, also jiggling when I move them slightly. My jaw disappeared like my collarbone, in its place is now a double chin.

I didn't have acne, and my face was somewhat acceptable. Yet it was still unattractive. I had brown, curly hair that never seemed to calm down. My purple bags that hang beneath my eyes, and my chapped, downturn lips that never seem to comply with me.