Chapter Two

38 2 5
                                    

Packed my bags and I'm ready to go. The last thing I saw was Isaac shoving his tongue down Lisa Mcknuckey's throat. I felt sick. And jealous.

Really jealous. Jealous enough that I stormed over there and pulled that hoe off if him.

"Hey! Whatcha--Oh it's you." Says Lisa.

I realise what I had done and start blushing.

"Ew. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITHING 2 CENTIRMETRES OF ME YOU FAT BITCH. I SEE YOU WERE IMPRESSED WITH YOUR FIRST CHIN YOU DECIDED TO HAVE ANOTHER 10!" He yells loud enough for my cousin in Bangladesh to hear.

"Sorry. I was just on my way. I am leaving anyway. Bye Isaac I hope I see you again but when you are much more pleasant to encounter." I say.

"Um the fuck? CRINGE. Fatttttt bitch kill yourself already."

"Maybe I will! Actually I won't,I won't do that." I reply

"Gross. I would rather commit suucide than kill myself." He says.

"Anyway die." He adds.

I turn my head because I feel the tears stinging my eyes. I will be back. And I will steal him. Bet on it. Quote me. Whatever,I pronise you that in a year,Isaac will be mine. But I will make it hard. Very hard.

Why I Went To Fat CampWhere stories live. Discover now