A Big Fat Nerd

Chapter 1 - Moving and Myself and My Siblings..

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Here's Chapter One!
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"All Done, Mom!" I stated shouting, devastated.

I just finished stuffing my fifteen pairs of extra large sweatpants along with my seventeen pairs of extra large sweat shirts as well. Oh, and also some of my undergarments ofcourse. Let's not forget about that shall we. I swiftly shoved some of my magazines on the top pocket.

I quickly grabbed some snacks which were a bunch of cupcakes and chips below my single bed and quickly shoved them inside my medium sized carrying bag.

"That's Great, honey! We'll be leaving in fifteen minutes!" I heard mom shout back from downstairs with her oh so happy voice. I groaned and clenched my teeth trying to keep my anger controlled. She didnt even care about my side of the story. She's all like 'We're moving, now go pack up' then she stomps away without asking me if either I wanted to or not. The only reason why she's going all 'Honey!' on me is because she was happy that we're moving.

Yep! That's right, We're moving. I think you already knew that by now but hey!

I sighed and shook my head "Ok, Mom.." I replied trailing off. My voice going softer by the word. I love my mom but she dosen't treat me like I'm her daughter though. She treats me like I'm just a burden living in her house that she cant kick out off. She never really bothered or cared what I did everyday or felt everyday at school and in this neighborhood. The reason why Mom even pays me to go to school in the first place, is that because dad forces her to. She never really did care if I went to school or not.

What a Lovely Mother she is, huh? Yeah, that's Stacey Rocks for ya. -My mom's full name-

If you're interested, I'm Elizabeth Rocks. You must think just by reading my name that I'm very full of myself, huh? Because of the Whole 'Elizabeth Rocks' name. So you must think..It's like saying that I rock. You get what I mean. Well, I'm not full of myself and that's my real name for your information. Not just any made up. Ok, I'm being too defensive on my name now, which sounds stupid. But I just wanted to explain that- wait..I should just stop babbling now.

Ok, Enough with the whole name thing. Back to me. Wait, that sounded that I'm full of myself. Ugh! This brain of mine! I must look like an idiot on the outside now. I'm pretty sure my eyebrows are knitted together and my teeth are clenched.

Anyways, I'm 200 pounds and I'm a nerd. I'm A Fatty and A Nerd! Oh so much luck I have! So the Worst of both worlds collide! Yipee! Being a Fatty and a Nerd. HA-ZA! Ok, moving on. I'm seventeen years old, turning eighteen in two months. I've been picked on, teased on, hated on, pranked on, you name it. Those things have been done to me since Grade Five until now.

Those dark days when they spat the words fatty, fat, chubby, dork, nerd, fat nerd, ugly nerd, ugly fatty, ugly and many more hurtful words you could think of. Then the days where I end up being dead ended in a corner to be almost abused and shouted out with those horrid words. Every single day I would end up inside a bathroom stall crying endlessly or crying endlessly with bruises. That all started since I became chubby on the fifth grade. Of course at first it was hell. But you'll learn how to smile at them and shrug it off. But that dosen't mean it stopped being hell. Of course the kid inside me still crys endlessly, she never did stop, but I learned to keep that kid deep inside and only inside.

So, It's like The kid deep inside me is crying endlessly while the older outside me is trying to keep her head up high.

Enoguh of my pity sadness. I have Blue Green Mixed colored eyes. Blackish Brownish, Wavy slightly naturally curlly hair that stops at my breasts. I'm very chubby like seriously chubby. When I'm not at school I either eat, watch or sleep when I'm not doing anything in particular.