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"Take me with you to the Underworld,
I'll eat a pomegranate seed or two,
Or maybe six to be true,
Just to be with you"
- Sydney Gotham's Weird Lyrics Out of Nowhere
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The world is sometimes really cruel to overweight people like me. For instance, we shouldn't be having to wake up at six in the morning. We should be sleeping late till two in the afternoon or something.
Anyways, duty calls and I wake up groggily as I realize it's another boring day in Hell.
Or like everyone calls it, the Library.
Yes people, I am a librarian. And not just any librarian. A high school librarian.
You know, the type of people who get occasionally mentioned in teen fiction when the protagonist needs to find that magic book? The one with the moon-shaped glasses who's always in a cranky mood and hates students?
Bull.
I like to think that students generally like me, though it's not always true the other way round. Maybe it's because, I am NOT cranky or because I don't wear moon-shaped glasses, or maybe it's because I don't store magic books in my library.
I throw on a pair of sweatpants or as I like to call it, 'The only thing that fits everyone'. It's not like I'm sad about being overweight. In fact, it's the total opposite.
Sure, there was a time when I thought there was absolutely no point in me living like this, but a few days of 'Learning to Love Yourself'(It's this type of programme that helps people who are depressed) made me the confident woman that I am today.
Sort of.
If you haven't noticed already, I love myself. Since nobody else does, I certainly can right?
Oh, who am I kidding. I'm just a lonely potential cat-lady who wishes her life would take its turn for the better.
I check my weight, again.
'Sixty-eight kilograms', it reads. I'm jumping in joy. I lost one kilogram!
I guess if you cut down sugar, miracles happen.
That deserves a treat.
I drag along my oversized handbag to the nearby cafe where I order a chocolate brownie.
Paul, the barista, totally likes me. I can tell thse things. All women can.
You know why? Because everytime I go there, he gives me this big, broad smile that's only for me and in the coffee, he maked heart shapes with the cream. Totally likes me.
I wink at Paul and walk towards 'Mission High School', the place where I work. I don't really know how I landed the job here. I was roaming around the streets, depressed about my weight, when I saw the 'Wanted' sign. I guess I must have been totally down if I'd actually gone and applied a job here.
I reach the gates and sigh. Here's to a boring day of nothing in front of me.
I walk in and swipe that card-thing-that's-too fancy-to-let-me-in. Like, every time I swipe my card, it never registers. And then I have to go and manually sign myself in. Even technology hates me. Great.
