This is a new story that I think everyone will love. Ummm, i'm only going to put up 2 chappies first, comment if you like or don't like. Let me know if you want me to continue or not. So enjoy!
Big Girls Do Cry
By: Cheyenne Jones
Chapter 1-
*Brooklyn POV*
“BROOKLYN!” I was awoken to the sound of my horrifying step-mothers voice. I rushed to her room.
“Yes?” I was still half asleep.
“You look like shit, you sound like shit, and you need to lose some weight fatty.” Those words really do hurt, but I never show it.
“Duly noted Abby.” You could hear the venom rolling of those words. I walked right out her room and back into my bedroom. I leaned over on the side of my bed and prayed to god for another day here on earth. As much as I don’t want to be, god put me here for a reason.
I changed clothes and looked in the mirror. I was really big, like super duper over-weight. Maybe Abby was right.
“Mom, I wish you were here. I really need you.” My mother, Kelly, died last year from bone cancer. Then I had to move in with my so called ‘dad’ and his new family. He cheated on my mom with that evil bitch, who just so happens to be Abby. Dad is never home. He’s always out for ‘business’ (cheating) reasons. A tear rolled down my face and quickly wiped it away.
I ate a small bowl of cereal and left for school. The same thing happens every day, being bullied, going to class, coming home, doing my homework, then crying myself to sleep.
I walked down the hallway trying so hard to ignore the chorus of, ‘fatty’ and ‘big girl’ trailing behind me. At my old school no one called me that. I miss Oregon and I hate Florida. I let my long curly hair cover my face as I walked down the hallway. Let’s just say I let my insecurities get the best of me.
I made it to class early and the teacher shot me a sympathetic smile. I don’t need any damn sympathy. I sat down in the back of the class like normal. Soon, people started to walk in with their friends and sit down next to each other. I didn’t have any friends. No one talked to me, unless they were teasing me.
This lesson is so boring. No one needs to learn how to do functions to make it in life. I sat there listening to Mrs. Hogan go on and on about functions. Blah blah blah. Same old boring math. I can’t wait until Language Arts, because then I get to continue reading, ‘Romeo and Juliet’. It’s one of my favorite plays.
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There was a crowd of students surrounding me and teasing me AGAIN. Will they ever leave me alone?
“Fatty! Fatty!” They were cheering around me. I just stood there, pretending to be tough and act like it didn’t bother me. Honestly, I just want to burst out crying.
“Would you loser’s leave her alone?” I looked over my shoulder and saw the quarterback of the football team. What the fuck?
