Fat girl worries

Chapter One

WARNING!!!!!!!!

THIS STORY DOES CONTAIN SEX, VIOLENCE, SELF HARM AND BAD LANGUAGE.

TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!!

AND I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL WRITER.

MY FIRST LANGUAGE ISN'T ENGLISH SO SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR, SPELLING ERRORS.

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"Could you pass me the sugar?" My mom asked, I reached over Harry's plate and grabbed it, handing it to her. "That's extremely rude." Harry mumbled as he took one of his earphones out. "Maybe if you took that out for once you would hear people asking you to pass the sugar." Harry rolled his eyes. "I would rather listen to music than hear your irritating voice."

"Stop it, both of you." Anne said. I sat back in my chair and poked my fork into the over cooked eggs. "You should eat your breakfast, Skylar." I shot a glance at my mom. "I'm not hungry." I mumbled. I heard my mom sigh. "I am not gonna go through this again." I shrunk in my chair and started chewing on my thumb nail, a habit that I am yet to change. "Go through what again?" Anne asked.

My mom recently discovered that she is into woman, ironically just as my dad cheated on her and left her for the new, younger girl. She met Anne on an internet site, they skyped a few times and then my mom decided that it would be best for us to move to a new place, new environment and new family. I went crazy, I mean you can't move in with someone you barely know, but we did. It's been two weeks and I'm hating it.

"None of your business." I mumbled and stuffed a fork piled with eggs into my mouth. "Skylar!" My mom moaned, Anne smiled. "It's okay Lena, I understand." She had a frown on her face as she looked down. I glanced over to see if Harry had his earphones in again, and he did, slowly bobbing his head to the music. "I had an eating disorder, okay?" Anne looked at me shocked, then stared at my mom. I was use to the stares though. People looking at me like that. "I'm-I- really I" I cut her off by pushing my chair out. "May I be excused?" I asked softly, "And don't worry, I've heard it all, you don't have to think of anything to say about how bad you feel for me and shit like that." My mom shot me another glare. "Language Skylar." I ignored her.

"May I be excused or not?" My mom just nodded her head and waved me away with a single movement of her hand. My mom and I never had a good relationship, it was my dad and I who always got along better than anyone. He's my best friend.

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I moved up the stairs and turned into the first door on the left, I closed my door and slowly started getting dressed. School starts next week and honestly; I'm shitting myself. I grabbed my camera and a pair of shoes and walked down the stairs, moving past the living room and out of the front door. My mom didn't even bother to ask where I'm going. Not that she is interested.

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I smiled as I took in the beautiful surroundings. I loved the ocean, this was probably the only good thing to come out of the big move, was that we were literally 10 minutes away from the beach. There weren't many people out today. Only a group of teenagers who were a few miles away and two or three elderly couples who were plopped down in their small beach fold up chairs, wearing a huge amount of sunscreen and floppy bit straw hats. I grabbed my camera and snapped a few photos of the couple who were closest to me, the old man saw me and frowned, probably thinking who is this odd girl taking photos of my wife and I? I shot him a small smile then moved forward, sinking my toes into the warm sand.

"Hey buddy." I mumbled as I bent down and took a shot of a little crab baking in the sun. It took me a full ten minutes to realize it was dead which made me feel uncomfortable taking photos of it, felt like I was in an FBI movie. I was the sick killer who took photos of animals before and after I killed them. I pulled myself out of the freaky side of my mind and questioned my sanity for a few seconds as I walked further down the beach.

I spotted a dog running into the ocean and jumping over the waves, going crazy and trying to bite into the white foam that formed into of the tiny waves. Of course I switched my camera on as fast as I could and started taking photos of him. "You're going to have to pay to take photos of my dog." Someone said, I jerked away and a small weird noise escaped my mouth. The guy next to me started laughing as he raised his hands. "I am so sorry, I did not mean to frighten you." I stared at him for a little longer as I calmed down. He had a sweet face and soft eyes. I decided I liked him.

"You did not scare me." I simply stated. He laughed again. "Oh really, then what was that noise you made?" I glanced at him and grinned, "That is just how we great each other where I'm from." he laughed again. "I'm sure." I laughed with him. "It's true, I'm not lying." just as I said that the dog came running over to us. "Hey girl, or boy." I said as I sat down and the dog jumped on my lap. "Did you just assumed my gender?" I said in an Australian accent. "What was that?" The guy asked as he sat down next to me, cracking up again. "My best impression of your dog." "Why would you think she's Australian?" He laughed again and I joined. "I don't know actually." she jumped off of my lap and back into the water, leaving a big wet stain on my jeans. "I hope that's not pee." I mumbled as I rubbed the big spot.

"I'm Louis." He said and stuck his hand out to me, "Skylar, but you can call me Lar." He frowned, but he had a smile stuck on his mouth. "Why Lar?" he asked as I shook his hand and I smiled back, "Guess I'm just getting sick of people calling me Sky." I shrugged. "Well Lar, it's a pleasure to meet you. It's nice to see a friendly face for a change." "You can call me Sky, I was only joki-"

"Hey look who crawled out of his fag hole!" Someone yelled, interrupting me. Both Louis and I looked to our left. I saw a group of teens walking over to us, I frowned and looked at Louis, he was staring down. "Were they talking to you?" I whispered, not knowing why I was whispering. "What? Did you leave the guys now for fat girls?" I immediately looked down and turned red when I heard the word fat. "Fuck off, Cindy." Louis said. "Excuse me?" I recognised that voice.