When I was little things were great. I got to eat all I wanted and play with the other kids and no one judged me. I was just another kid. Someone to play with. It didn't matter that I was bi-racial. It didn't matter that I was a little overweight. Until it did. I was in kindergarten when it happened. I was playing with my fifth grade buddy. Those are fifth graders that you get to play with you and do projects with you. My fifth grade buddy pushed me on the swing and giggled, singing a song with me. She was nice. She had glasses, little purple ones that made her eyes pop, and long red hair. I liked her a lot. And then some boys came over with their buddies. My shirt flew up, the older boys grimaced, the younger boys laughed. My buddy helped me fix my shirt, yelled at the boys and took me off to play with some of the other girls. I don't think the boys knew that I knew they thought I was ugly. But I did. My buddy was kind to me and hugged me when I started to cry. She really cared. And I was glad. It continued like that until second grade. And that's when all the shit hit the fan.
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The Story of a Life Belonging to a Nobody
Storie breviThis will focus on real life situations and the struggles of being a girl in this century. The main character faces everyday struggles, such as being "too fat" and "ugly". Will she overcome these challenges? That's for me (the author) to know and...
