Plus Size Queen

Bye

Brett was the guy I had a crush on for almost four years. When I was in fourth grade and no one talked to me he met me after school. He would wait outside at the back of the building. I told him to leave me alone cause he is just going to get a new friend and forget about me. I don't want that again. He would follow me home and just talk and talk and talk all day long. I tried my best to ignore him but it got harder and harder. So one day when we was in six grade I said hi to him. He just laughed at me in front of his friends. He stop following me. A week later he become just one of the bullies. He would push me, Pull my hair, and trip me in the hallway. Even though he did those things to I still liked him. He would laugh in my face and humiliate me. He even punched me in the stomach. He punched so hard I could barely breath. How can I easily forgive him after doing all that? Maybe i'm to kind.  I looked at the nurse who looked at me with a wide set of eyes.

"Brett..." She read my scars while tracing it with her index finger. 

"Can you please just wrap it up? I don't want to see it anymore." After she nodded her heard I thanked her under my breath. She started wiping the blood from around the wound. Unfortunately she wanted to start a conversation. 

"So Who's Brett? Was he your Best friend?Or your boyfr-" I thought she got the hint before. I had to shut her up. I don't want to hit her. She just super happy. I don't like super happy people.

"Can you like not talk at all." I rolled my eyes and turned my head. You can't paint the ocean. It will remain one color for ever. She rolled up my arm and left. She end up bumping my father on the way out. Me and dad talked all night. He stayed the night. The doctor who busted in, woke us up.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Smith. Jamie can go home. Is there any question before I discharge you?" He was writing on his note pad.

"How long will it take to get ride of the scars." I asked touching my left arm.

"The right one with the parallel lines will take about two month.The left one will take longer cause it's deep. It would take at least two years.You can stop wearing bandages after a month or two and don't forget to rub alcohol on it everyday. Or until it disappear." I did a sigh and gave doctor a nod. He took us on the side of the building where my mom was parked. I jumped in and we went home. 

When we got home Of course daddy open the door. When I walked in everything packed in boxes. A truck parked in front of our house and men jumped out and grabbed boxes and took it to the trunk. I looked at dad surprised. I jumped on him and gave him a hug.

"You meant it. Thank you dad." My dad hug me back and lifted me up scaring me to death. 

"You are welcome." He said laughing. He put me down and rested his arm on my head. I then notice my father been here helping me with things. He cared about me a lot. After they got all the boxes My dad drove while i sat in the front of car. My mom was with the moving men. I took a picture of the sign that said: Now leaving California. I smiled and created a photo album called New beginnings. We drove for 42 hours straight. I think we would have been there earlier if daddy didn't want to stop to get food. I got a salad cause I didn't want to eat fake meat. We arrived to a regular sized house. It was made of bricks. So we are going to start like regular. I smiled at the view.

"Dad where are we?" I said look around find myself in a large area. It will probably be the front room.

"We are in North Carolina now." He said following me into the new front room. He had his hands behind his back and looked at me smiling.

"We are? You remember how I wanted to come here since forever." I said happily. He nodded.

"I didn't know that you was going through that. I'm sorry for it to. So we are going to go to church and next Tuesday we are going to therapy." He said rubbing his hand through his hair. 

"What about you job?" He can't quit it. He is the money maker of the family.

"I am still a marketing Manager." I breath out in relief. 

"Thank God." We both laughed.

"We even got new furniture. Except for the stuff in your room. We going shopping for your room tomorrow. You can get what ever." I look toward the stair.

"My room is up there?" I always loved stairs. I ran upstairs nearly falling down. I went to the first room to the left and saw a room. It wasn't like the one at the one in california. It was simple. This is what I wanted. 

"This is your room. It has a small closet and a half bathroom." I heard my dad say. I hugged him before he left my room. I closed my door and slid down. How long do I have to pretend to be happy? I cried in my hands trying not to make a sound.

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In the next chapter you will find out why here mother is soooo mean. I am sorry I can't update as fast as I want cause school is coming and I have to get ready and I have to do a lot of studing cause if I get a C or below I will be grounded. I have strict parents.