Author: Copyright © - Summiah Asif
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CHAPTER 1
Monday morning, I had to walk to school. Simply because both of my parents went to work early, and I didn't have money for a cab or the bus. Can my morning get any worse? This was more then enough. I reached school in half an hour and didn't have my schedule since it was my first year at this school. I didn't know much people, but I've heard of people that go to this school through mutual friends. I knew peoples faces, but their names faded away from my memory. I was on my way walking to class (if I even remembered what class) and followed what I thought I had. I walked in the classroom late, to my English class. Every pair of eyes followed me as I sat down at an empty desk. I didn't know who I was sitting beside, but he seemed smart. He was paying attention! "Hi, I'm Michael." he said with a smirk. "Nice to meet you, I'm Michelle." i replied back, i didn't know what he was writing down, so I took a quick peek. He was writing down notes. I looked around the class to see if others were writing down notes but it looked like they were just listening. I asked him if i should be writing down notes, but he said we could be partners since it was a "mini project." i obviously said yes, i didn't want to be rude, and plus i didn't know anyone in my English class. Time passed by slowly, but class was finally over, and so was the awkward atmosphere.
I was walking to my next class and i felt someone staring at me. It was Michael. Why was he staring at me? I didn't have a clue till he caught up to me while i was speed walking. He planned a lunch date so we could finish our project. "Okay, sounds good." i replied. He handed me a little peice of paper in my hand with his number. Then left, walking at a steady pace in relief. I only had two minutes to get to class, cooking class. This class was one of my favorites because there was food every where. Luckily, i had known two girls in cooking class; one was named Samantha, the other Laura. They both greeted me to their table, where some knives, boneless chicken, and some other ingredients were placed. I'm guessing we had to cook a dish with our group we were set with. It was a good thing that i knew how to cook. We had an hour contest on who makes the most flavorful dish, and with a group of girls who cared about their marks, payed attention will no chit chatter. We all worked perfectly together, since Samantha knew how to make good mash potatoes, and Laura was a pro at her super secret gravy only her family knew. We finished our dish with adding dry pepper sheds on top, and served our meal to our teacher. The teacher told everyone else that they had to wait for their mark till tomorrow, and for my group she told us straight up what our mark was. I loved this class. My only favorite compared to how every other class is turning out to be. Food makes me happy. Food has only been the thing that has been making me happy now a days, execpt the fact that i'm gaining weight. You know the good old junk food, there are side effects to loving food and not having control in how much you eat !
There i was, in the school hall not knowing which direction i'm heading. I passed the washroom, and went in to see how i looked (if i even cared.) I've been acting weird, like girly. I'm more of a "i don't care how i look" kind of girl, but since being this school, i haven't been acting like myself. While i was looking at myself in the mirror, i noticed a double chin. Something i didn't have 3 months ago. "Ugh" i whispered to myself. "Are you okay?" a blonde asked. "Your not pregnant right?" she chuckled. "No, Just cramps." i replied, with a solid face. "Hey, i was just kidding. I'm Maddie" she greeted with a friendly smile. "Michelle." i told her. I wasn't really in the mood after i saw my double chin. Was my stomach getting huge?! I thought to myself. The blonde, Maddie was out of the washroom in no time after all my solid responds. I guess she figured i was serious about my weight. I didn't like being called "fat" as a kid, and I definitely wasn't up for being bullied after loosing so much weight to prepare for the picky high school students and bullies. Fitting in wasn't a problem after I lost all my weight. Realizing that kinda made me sad, you have to be attracting to fit in. High school kids are so shallow.
