Plus Size Queen

Middle School

It started getting physical when teachers started to pay less attention. Yep you guessed it was middle school the place you was suppose to mature. Kids was still playing 'Just a game'. They went from board games to sports. Since I always had curly hair I would have to brush it a lot. When I got home from school I had a whole trash can filled with spitball. I am a huge germaphobe that was a terrible nightmare. After that day I started wearing my hair in buns. Thank God The spit balls had stopped. When kids saw me in the hall they would have kick me or pulled my hair or shoved my body against the lockers. People got stronger and yet I stayed the sane somehow. I barely show any emotion but pain. Maybe because I never had anything to smile about. I did get a brother. I could see he was already getting our signature hazel eyes. He was so cute and chubby. I was actually so happy I actually smile during the whole week of school for the first time in forever. After that it felt like things kept getting worse since ive been smiling

I wanted to tell someone but I was scared it was going to get worse. I saw many people try to tell but get hurt worse so it wasn't out of the ordinary. If my parents cared they would have asked me why are you bleeding? They was to busy with my little brother to actually care about my problems. I couldn't take it any more. I have no one to talk to. I have no friends. Teachers resent me for no reason. My parents don't have time for me. On top of all no one likes me. No one love me. I thought to myself I don't have to live in this kind world where I get treated like crap. Don't I deserve a better life?

On the last day of school everyone pitched in to push into the inside pool. I didn't know what was in it so i tried to run but the door was blocked. The pool was a dark red that scare the heck out of me. It was two boys and one girl. The two boys blocked the two doors and the girl chased me around the pool. After a few minutes she started gettin tired. I thought she was still chasing so I was looking back and couldn't find her. I bumped into her and made her fall into the pool of whatever it is. She came up and whipped her face. She looked like Carrie full of blood. She was still out of breath.

"You bastard!! Brett get her." The guy on the left of me started running toward me. I moved back and he fell in with her. The guy on the right started to run after me. I ran tried to run but her catches me before i reached. I almost get lose from his grip until Brett grabbed my other side.

"Let me go I'm gonna miss the bus!!" I yelled to escape from them. That didn't loosen their grip or made them sympathize that I have to walk home red.

"Do it look like I care?" Brett punched the breath out my. I tried to breath but I couldn't. The girl was just getting out. It was hard for her cause she was wearing flats.

"Get ready Porky time to get in the pool." I held my nose when the boys pushed me in. They also threw in my book bag. Before I came up i grabbed my bag. After i got out I kept breathing irregular. I got out a test tube that i brought and collected some of the liquid. I gather my stuff and ran out the building. When I got out side I see people giving me weird looks I started to look down trying to avoid the people. My house was farther then i ever thought. I couldnt hold in my tears like I thought I could. The tears kind of help clean my face a little bit. When I got to the home my mom and dad was in the front room with my sleepy brother James. My Father was the first one to notice I was covered in who knows what.

"What happen baby?" My daddy asked coming towards me. I am mad. I want him to go away. Why care now? Why are they more confusing then me.

"You don't care! Leave me alone!! Your baby is waiting!" James started crying. He looked at me sadly like James wasn't crying. I held my tears but my lips was quivering. I was on a verge of crying while my father looked at me and my brother was crying. Mom kept trying to rock him to sleep.

"Jake she is not worth it. Now come help me." Me and dad looked at her at the same time. I thought I heard wrong but i didn't.

"What am I'm not worth GLORIA." Emphasizing her name. 

"Not worth our time! You always expecting something and alway acting mad! Calm down and stop acting spoiled!" She said rocking James who was still crying.

"Why do you treat me like a step-child!? If you was really mo mother you would know what I've been bullyed by them skinny brats!!" Everyone was looking at me and James stopped crying. I turned and ran upstairs. I slammed the door and grabbed the knife and held it tightly.

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