Paint

ELLO HUNNY-BUNS!! This, as some of you know, is my second book here on Watty! This story was inspired by the girl who wrote 'My WattPad Love' which won 2013 Watty awards! If ya haven't read it than check it out! I will try to update as much as I can. <3 Please, enjoy!

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~Prologue~

Everyone calls me 'Paint'. Nothing more, nada less. Just simply; Paint.

This is my story about the time I was trapped in the words of a fat girl love song. Once you hear it... well I'll let you figure that out yourself. Let me say, it will let you see life in a brand new way.

~Chapter One: Fat Girl~

The clean shower floor looked as if it had been washed in dirt. It was my fault. I was used to being filthy; always spending hours upon hours in the wood in back of my house. Warm water splashed down on me in small spikes along with relief of being clean again.

My hand lifted to the bar of soap, sitting intently on a little nook in the shower's wall. It slipped between my fingers for a little bit, and I finally grasped it. Pushing it against my cheek, I rub away the cakes of mud that didn't want to come free. Maybe I could scrub away the ugliness, that sadly came with being 'Paint.'

I'm a type of person who always gets to attached; That's why I'm who I am. I stick to people and hold to them like paint. But then sometimes they just wash me off.

Taking a small step, I replace the bar of soap in the nook and open the clear shower door. Quickly I grabbed my towel off the hanger. I face the mirror my nose scrunching up from the reflection in front of me.

You see, I always knew I was fat.

Constantly looking in the mirror was a reminder of being the ugly duckling of the house. My hair was a ratty brown color but, when tampered with water it looked almost like the midnight sky. It always took a really long time to tame so now I just throw it up into the bun, which sort of suited me.

I have a face of a boy, though. High cheekbones sat smack dab in the middle of my face. My eyes sat right above them, piercing blue and silver streaks. Glasses sat on my bathroom counter, the average black frame nerd glasses. I'm not obviously average.

I'm not.