Life

Popular Girls

 I stared out the window at the end of the hallway. I heard laughing and turned to come face to face with the most popular girl in Grade 10, Trista Fehr. 

 "Hey there loner. Where's your friends? Oh right I forgot you don't have any!" Trista said sarcastically. I instantly froze.

"I guess the reason you don't have any friends is because your so ugly and annoying," said Cassey, one of the other girls in Trista's group. The rest of the girls in Trista's little group just laughed. I buried my head in my hands. 

 "Oh no did we make her cry?" Trista said sarcastically.

 "She's such a baby. Who cares if she cries." Rachelle sneered. 

 "Let's get out of here before the cry baby goes and tells on us for hurting her little feelings," Trista taunted. They all turned and walked away laughing. I sat there shaking. Trista just knows how to give me an anxiety attack. Am I really ugly? I asked myself. What if what she says is true? My anxiety increased making me shake even more. I got up and walked quickly outside to the edge of the schoolyard. I sat there and cried for the rest of lunch, not even thinking about eating. 

 I went through the rest of the day, barely paying attention in class. I got home and ran to my room and closed the door. I stayed there till supper time, crying and hoping Jessalyn would just text me back. 

 Mom called me down for supper and I told her I'm wasn't hungry. 

"You didn't even eat your lunch and now not supper? Emery, you have to eat at least a bit of supper today." My mom pleaded. 

"Fine," I replied. I went down the stairs slowly and tried to ignore my hungry stomach. What those girls said is true, I am ugly, I thought as I passed the mirror in the hallway. My long dirty blonde hair is so annoying and never cooperates. My shoulders are far to wide and I have way to much fat on my stomach. My thighs are too big and my face is such a mess. No wonder no one likes me. I AM UGLY! I thought. I approached the table slowly and looked at the food my mom had made. It looked good but I'd rather not eat in fear of making myself more ugly than I already am.  I sat quietly as my parents and sisters talked. I took a few bites of food because of my mom's looks my way. I vowed to later throw it up so I wouldn't gain anymore weight.