"Omma!" I called to my mum.
It was my first day in the freshmen years and I had just turned 14. "Where did you put my clothes?" I said eagerly.
"Sorry sweetheart," she whispered, "they shrunk in the washing machine last night." My face drooped.
That's it, I thought, my life is over.
I ran into my room, pulling everything out of my closet and picking out the best clothes I could get.
It was a long, gray, baggy jumper with blue ripped jeans with black vans.
"This will do," I said to myself, looking in the mirror, sucking in my stomach as it moaned for food. I ran downstairs, past the kitchen and out the door. "Bye Omma!" I shouted as I slammed the door behind me. "Aren't you going to eat Ye-," I heard my mother shout.
No, I thought, I'll starve myself.
As I was walking to school, I felt my stomach moan. I held it tight as I started to feel as if I was going to vomit. Even though the school was two minutes away. I soldiered and walked into school, head down, holding the straps of my backpack. Is this my new life? I thought. As I strolled slouched throughout the halls, I ended up lost midway. I saw a group of girls, walk past and laugh but I didn't notice why.
I noticed people start to laugh and laugh and I ended up being the center of a large circle. I turned around to see a note on my backpack saying,"I'm a slut and I suck dick even though I can't see it."
"Idiots," I said and walked off, tearing the paper in front of them and pushing people out of my way, acting 'confident'. Once I got around the corner at the end of the hallway I ran into the nearest bathroom I could find, crying as loud as I could, being swallowed in my own sorrow. As I sat on the toilet lid, I heard a group of boys enter but thought nothing of it and continued crying. I gasped, covering my mouth quickly, noticing I was in a boys toilet. A boy was banging on the door. "Um' hello? I-is there a girl in there? Are you okay?" He asked. His voice was soft, gentle. I felt a pure aura around him.. like he was an angel. "Y-yes" I replied, unlocking the door, wiping my tears and heading for the door. I was just about to leave but he had grabbed my wrist. I turned. "W-what?" I blushed, covering my face. " I know your not okay, I heard you crying. Why? " I broke down and burst out, crying in my hands. Without waiting a second he let go of my wrist and held me tightly, looking deeply into my light gray eyes. I lay my head on his chest and let it out. He just sat and listened, stroking my hair... I felt noticed.
