Princess Die (Lady Gaga Fanfic)

"What the hell are you doing?" I whimpered as one of them pinned me to the cold wall, not letting me go even though I tried multiple times to escape from her harsh clasp on the collar of my shirt. "Your not going anywhere" She hissed in my ear. I shuddered as her voice went through me. I gave her a dirty look as I wasn't scared of that top suck. It was her "friend" who scared me. Georgia, the meanest, most sly and bitchiest girl at our school. She was tall and tan with long toffee coloured hair with bright blue eyes and one of those innocent smiles. But Georgia is not innocent or sweet. I hated her. Then I saw what she was doing. She picked up my bag from the floor. "Let's see what's in here shall we?" She grinned, opening it. I gulped. Why should i worry? There's only a few lousy exercise books in there. But I did need to worry. "It looks like you've been stealing money from your mommy bear! That's too bad, we're going to have to get rid of this before she finds out eh?" Said Georgia, putting her hands on her hips and tutted. "No, that's my money to get home!" I protested, trying to grab it. If I didn't have that money, I wouldn't be able to catch the bus home. I would have to ask the school office for money instead and that would be so humiliating. But Georgia ignored me and threw my money out the window. "Someone should collect it soon. After all, its enough money to buy a soda or something." She chuckled, going deeper into my bag. "I don't think you'll be needing this." She told me, getting out my packed lunch and throwing it into the trash can next to us, and giving the rest to her fat dopey friend Isabel and the other plastic fool, Ellie who was watching the door for teachers. "You don't need it. Your too fat, you can't eat you fat cow." She snapped. A tear rolled down my cheek and they all started laughing hysterically. I couldn't help it. They called me fat and that's all I needed right now.

"Wait what's this?" Wondered Georgia, poking her filthy fingers around my lady gaga book. It was the gaga and terry Richardson one. "Please don't do anything to it please!" I cried franticly. I wasn't going to let them do this! "Aww. I'm so sorry baby." she looked at me with her totally annoying puppy dog look. But then she opened the book and started to rip out all the pages and dumping them on the dirty ground. "NO!" I screamed, fighting to be free. I punched Isabel right in her fugly pig face and rushed over to my beloved book. I snatched it from her but it was too late. She had found the little notebook hidden inside it. "Don't open that please its private!" I screamed yet again. Georgia faced me and gave me a devious devil smirk as she opened it. "dear Gaga, You don't know how much I need you right now. You are my everything and without you I would be dead. I -" Suddenly I lost control and jumped onto her like some kind of wild animal. "Get off me you freak!" She squealed, scratching me with her long manicured pink nails. I wrestled her to the ground, pulling her hair and kicking. I felt myself being lifted off the ground but I didn't even care, I kept on kicking Georgia. But when I looked up it was Isabel and Ellie both picking me up. "GET OFF!" I shouted, as they dropped me into the trash can. "You pigs! You bastards!" I growled, standing up then falling down, tipping it over and landing in all the garbage. "Your mad!" Exclaimed Georgia, casually walking away, arms linked with the two whores. I threw some old food at them as they walked past and they all squealed, and started running. But they weren't afraid of me, just the mucky slobs of out of date pizza.

I went into the girls bathroom to try and clean off the crap, but I still had a terrible smell on me. But at least it didn't show. But when I looked into the mirror, I hated what I saw in the reflection. Me. Too ugly. I slowly started lifting up my short to reveal my doey stomach. I studied it for awhile. Of course it was flat but I really couldn't see it. I'm too fat... I let go off my shirt and glared at my chubby legs. They're disgusting. I looked at my face and it wasnt little enough, no cheekbones, nothing. No collarbones, no hip bones... there was only one to make all this better.

I entered the small toilet cubicle and closed the door. I waited a moment before tying my hair back and leaning over the toilet. I was dreadfully sick. But I was purging. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right. It hurt inside, but I was doing the right thing, right? I was making the fat go away...