My mother calls down to me, "Casey get your fat ass down here" ...Thats offensive..I frown while walking down my freakin creepy staircase. I spot my mom in the edge of the kitchen and quickly rush to her.
"Yes, mom?" I reply Diva like to her rude comment, "I'm making you breakfast, sit tight and eat it then you may leave for school." she shouts back.
It's like,
Jee.
Im Right here, no need to shout.
...
I hurry off into my ugly car and drive off to school listening to Random music.It just takes me a few steps into the school to have everybody staring and murmurering.
I walk off to my daily class (Yes one class daily) I sit in the far back and just melt into my seat.I bet people are depressed about having me in their class, I bet it's like when you come near me you get the Plage.
The homophobic people call me a fag, it's funny. When someone sees you with a slim tiny body, the word slips into their head. Fag .
Im not Tho .Im serious.
Looking at the ceiling I decide that the teacher will never fucking come because her late ass doesn't get here in time. It's like, if your going to show up late then why the fuck you teachin??
I pull out my pen and a booklet I use to draw, I start drawing then some big ass hoe decides 'hell Ye imma just take this from ye' and snatch's the booklet from my Hans shouting "Oh look! Tiny has a diary".
And of course.
That single comment.
Gets everyone in the whole class.
To burst into laughter.
Great.
I snatch it back making shocked faces appear.
There Is nothing to be shocked about.
You would do the same, right?
He raises his hand to slap me but the bell rings, holy..That was quick..The teacher is a tardy ass still .—.
