She was Francis.
He was Marcel.
She was "fat."
He was a "nerd."
She was bullied.
He was made fun of.
They had no friends.
They crossed paths.
They became friends.
They became more than friends.
They were called the "weird couple."
They were bullied more.
She couldn't take it.
He couldn't stop her.
She ended it.
He was broken.
It was summer.
She changed.
He changed.
She was now Elsa.
He was now Harry.
Metamorphosis.
"Francis," mom yelled. "It's time to get up!"
"Mom, it's Elsa now," I whined. Mom kept calling me Francis.
"Sorry, dear. I keep forgetting," she admitted.
I rolled my eyes and hopped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. It was hard to get used to my new body. I had lost over forty pounds over the summer.
I looked down as the water enveloped my slim body. I was finally beautiful. When I stepped out of my shower, I wrapped my towel around my body. It wrapped around farther than it did before. It was the same towel, but it was a different me.
I went back to my room to get ready. School had already been going on for a week, but today was my first week. The bullying was really bad last year,so I'm being introduced as Elsa Frank instead of Francis Gilson. The kids would think that I was new, and hopefully I wouldn't get bullied as much.
"Ready, Elsa Frank?" mom asked putting the key in the ignition.
I nodded. I was nervous but excited. I wanted to see Marcel. I really do like him, lots. I just couldn't take the bullying like normal. I wonder what he did during the summer.
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"Class," the principal, Mr. Smith said getting their attention, "this is Elsa Frank." Mr. Smith knew about my plan. Actually, he came up with some of it. He really disliked the bullying thay went on in his school.
Everyone turned around and looked at me. A few of the guys were checking me out. I found it rather offensive. I saw a very attractive boy sitting in the corner. His green eyes were very familiar. I notices that the only empty seat was next to him. I quietly made my way over to the seat. There were multiple eyes on me watching my every move.
"Harry's mine," Joelle, the most popular girl, said jealously.
"I'm Harry, Harry Styles," the boy said extending his hand for me to shake.
"I'm Elsa Frank," I said shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you."
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I sat down at an empty table with my almost empty tray and a book in front of me. Sitting alone was normal to me. I did it every day except when I was with Marcel.
Harry slid in across from me. "Hey," he grinned.
"Hi," I said shyly. He's really cute, I thought.
"You look really familiar," he said. He looked closer at me. "Francis?" he asked in disbelief.
I looked into his eyes trying to figure out who he was. My eyes got wide. "Marcel?" I asked.
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