Fat Chance

Everybody needs Love

*because i was a dumb, lazy bitch, i did a "to be continued" thing on the last chapter i published before "ending" this series. So this chapter is going to be the last chapter that actually was a part of the story line copy and pasted, and then I'm gonna add on to it to make it a full chapter. So if anything this will be a good refresher for you. ENJOY*

ps the name of the past chapter I'm copying and pasting into this one is called "Lurking"

I woke up Saturday morning in a panic, mostly because I thought it was a weekday and that I had a whole day of school ahead of me. But the other half of the worry was worry for Stella. I had messaged her many times on Facebook before I went to bed, asking if she was okay, asking what was happening. But I never heard anything back.

The minute I could form a conscious thought, I grabbed my iPod off the floor and logged into my Facebook.

Since I only have 87 friends, my newsfeed is barely ever filled. The few Facebook friends I have are just accounts from people I barely know at school, and most of those accounts are managed by the kid's parents. Theres hardly anything worth reading that anyone posts.

Stella is almost always on Facebook, but she barely ever posts anything. I'm kind of the same way, except I'm hardly ever on Facebook at all nowadays, only to talk to Stella.

Which is what I was trying to do now.

How ironic.

I scrolled through her timeline, only seeing posts she is tagged in, not anything she has posted. Probably because she doesn't care enough about Facebook to post.

The last time she posted anything was 3 months prior, when she changed her profile picture to show off an amazing older picture she had found of her rainbow hair.

Deciding to wait until she was online again to message her, I logged out of Facebook and went upstairs to make myself breakfast.

SInce it was a Saturday, everyone was out the house, meaning I was left home alone. I poured some Lucky Charms into a bowel and sat down on the couch to watch some TV.

I barely ever watch actually TV, it's usually just Youtube or Netflix broadcasted from my iPod to the TV, but today I was lazy and just wanted to watch some shitty Saturday morning cartoons. 

I knew that if my mom came home that she would be super pissed to see me in the living room, but I no longer cared. I couldn't control how she reacted to me. I could be the most perfect, amazing kid, and I think she would still hate me and treat me like shit. This was all her issue.

I watched Spongebob for about 2 hours, and then got sleepy again, so I shut the TV off and went back to the Dungeon to take a nap. 

My iPod had been blowing up constantly with messages since I decided to stop checking it the Kik app, and just looking at the app without even opening it, I could see that Alecia had 450 unread unopened conversations/messages, which is insane and makes me want to throw up every time I think about it. 

I can't believe that many people take the time to message her everyday, just because she is beautiful. Just because she has an attractive face and a sexy body. I know that if I only had what Alecia had physically, I wouldn't be sitting alone in my dungeon right now, I would be passed out a party from the night before, probably still at the house it had taken place at. 

I know that at least half my problems would be solved if I were more attractive. 

I'd have friends and a girlfriend, which would make me not so lonely, and then I would never have felt the need to catfish in the first place. 

I wouldn't be severely obese. Because I would never have been lonely and I wouldn't have felt the need to eat away my problems. 

But I also know I need to blame myself instead of my ugliness and fatness for the way my life has turned out. Maybe I would have had more friends anyways if I had just been nicer to people. 

Back before I was fat and super unattractive, I was apart of the popular clique and literally thought I was hot shit. I remember talking so much crap about people I didn't even really know and spreading so many mean rumors about people that I knew weren't true. 

I used my power for evil. And now karma has come and bit me hard in the ass. Now the shoes on the other food, I'm on the other side of the situation. Now rumors are being spread about ME. Now people are talking shit about ME, even though I have no doubt they always were. All the girls in the popular clique were snakes.

And because I was hurt, I decided to hurt other people by cat fishing them. Which was an awful thing to do and now that I realize it, it's to late to go back and change it. 

But there was something else I could do that would maybe make up for it a little.