Houda
Its a hard life being this weight I just like burgers too much , well that's what everyone tells me . "You fat ugly Moroccan bitch why don't you back to your own country" is the kind of mental and emotional abuse I am struggling with . I've never been the typical teenage girl with big boobs , tiny waist or a thick bimbo. I'm actually a bit of a smart arse not to blow my own trumpet .I don't particularly think that this is a good thing . Okay let me describe myself to you I'm 5"2 and I weigh in at approximately 16 stone and 3 pounds which people tell me I'm morbidly obese thing is I've not weighed myself in awhile because the scales are broken . I have beautiful dyed blonde hair and everyone says "get your fucking roots done" I just block out the haters I have dark brown eyes and gorgeous lovely glasses that show off my lovely round face people say its fat I just say that its a good round size. I have quite a few spots, beauty spots I call them , people say that they are full of fat and grease I say they are full of fabulousness . My Moroccan mother and my Turkish father say that I'm bullied I think that people just don't understand me , the bruises say different but there's nothing concealer can't cover up ...
Marcus
I'm awake. Damn it didn't work this time, guess I'm going to have to try again as soon as I get out of here. I open my eyes to blurry figures standing over me. Firstly, I notice mum standing over me and staring with the same look as she did last time I attempted to kill myself , but last time I tried to drown myself in the bath but when that didn't work , I overdosed with my pills. I need a new tactic. Its not like they really care anyway weather I'm here or not. To them I'm just a nuisance and a waste of space and oxygen. They already hate me enough as it is for being anorexic and not being the perfect son she has always wanted. Since dad died she has hardly been talking to me or anybody for a matter of fact and I'm always being pushed away. I don't have any friends , well I could if I tried but I don't have the energy for them but every body at school always bullies me because they think I'm a freak from my suicidal tendencies.
Houda
Burger or pizza . Ice cream or jelly . I don't eat at school because everyone just looks at me like why the fuck are you eating you fat Moroccan bitch they all think that If I just stop eating then I will loose weight but its not like that it takes dedication to get your belly this big and I just get so hungry like my belly takes a lot of filling up to do. Anyway if I spent my lunchtimes at school there would be a high risk of my food being stolen or there might not be any food left and that would make me sad . I've noticed that there is a young sexy boy ...Marcus I think his name is I would talk to him but he's so skinny he might need some food and I'm not willing to give him mine I might talk to him but he's not been around for awhile I think he's in the hospital bit depressing ...bless him .
Marcus
I'm now back home. Back to my miserable life that I should have left by now . Everything feels the same back at home like nothing has happened, more like everybody doesn't want to admit that I have issues. I'm dreading going back to school because as soon as I walk through the doors everything is either going to be the same or even worse. Everybody is going to think that I am that boy that's always looking for attention , but I don't have to worry for long as I'm going to start planning my next suicide attempt . But I might try to become more sociable at school and try to find somebody to hang out with so I'm not a complete loner for what's left of my most likely very short life.
Houda
I am going to eat in the dinner hall tomorrow I don't care what any of the skinny bitches and bastards in my school think of me . I've decided to increase my popularity/food intake I should get myself a good sexy British boy you imagine how sexy the babies would be with my tanned gorgeous skin and his beautiful British accent . In fact I'm going to pounce on a certain Marcus when I see him ahhh that gorgeous skinny build .I bet he wouldn't mind giving me his cupcake at lunch time , or his sausage roll after school or maybe even his breakfast bar at break ...ahhh he'd be good for me target on lock down ...Hands off big boobs bitches he's mine !!!!!!!
Marcus
I'm in the lunch hall looking out for potential new friends . I can feel everybody's eyes glaring at me and whispering things like "psychopath" and "freak" I feel like getting up and hiding away but I'm just going to block out the haters. Suddenly a beautiful dark chocolate creature sits opposite me with wide eyes . Her name is Houda. we start talking about life and I notice every now and then she has a lovingly glance at my lunch that I'm definitely not going to eat . Even though I can see chocolate marks on her clothes and around her mouth I can tell that she's not going hungry but I decide to offer her my lunch instead of wasting it. I didn't have to offer twice she agreed to inhale my lunch immediately. Since that day we have sat together every single lunch time without fail she always eats her jumbo sized lunch and my bite size lunch. I think I have found my new best friend.
Houda
Oh my god , oh my god , oh my god he likes me he definitely has a thing for the sexy beast Houda he is always up for giving me his food I now weigh in at an impressive 17 and a half stone . I still get the odd nasty comment but people are just jealous of me and skinny Marcus. Oh what a beautiful boy he is I wish one day to marry him one day . I'm totally going to play hard to get , though I'm way out of his league . I'm just in it for the food and the loving . He's so thin though maybe the rumours are true maybe he is suicidal and anorexic . I can sort that out though just one look at the Houda and he will instantly feel like all of his problems have drifted away ... the Houda is in love .
