Fat.

Chapter One

Skyler'sler's P.O.V ( all chapters will be unless stated otherwise)

"Walk my way, Mrs. All American.."  I wake up to my lovely alarm signalling today is the first day of school. Wait, I said that wrong. I meant hell. As I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my monstrous stomach I sigh, well yay for me, I get to show people how disgusting I am, fucking hell yes. Only one hundred and seventy nine days left after today. As I make my way to the bathroom I think what would feel like to actually feel good about myself. When I get to the bathroom I see my most dreaded enemy, the scale. I don't even bother checking my weight because I know that only disappointment will be the result. While I undress in front of my full-length mirror, I can't help but to stare at my size 13 waist covered in scars. 3 years. 3 years since I started. 3 years ago I loved myself. In 6th grade was when I realized the cruel reality, I was fat. I was bigger than most girls in my grade. They wore smalls and mediums while I wore an  extra-large. As I stand in the shower and let the scorching hot water cascade down my body, I can't help but to notice the claw-like stretch marks that sprawl across my stomach. hate my body more then anything. After I do my business and dry off I make my way to the closet. Now, let's see what makes me the least appalling. oh that's right, nothing. I'm disgusting. no matter what I wear, I'll still look gross.

"SKYELER YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE".  There's my oh so lovely step mother. Nothing tragic happened between my mother and father, they simply fell out of of love. Once I reach the kitchen I shout a quick goodbye and I'm my way.

  *skip to schooool*

 

    As I enter the large set of doors I can't help but to hear the whispers. oh my god she's huge! she looks like she ate the whole cafeteria. I doubt she can fit through those doors. As the tears cloud my vision I think to myself it will end soon as soon as you get home tell your family you're sorry you've disappointed them and hope that they celebrate instead of mourn because you died knowing everyone would be better without you. While I'm caught in my own little world I don't notice the sex god that is Jace Connors coming my way. By the time I notice its too late, his body slams into mine and I fall backwards. "Watch where you're going fatass" he hisses. "Watch how you speak to me you fucking twat!" I say back, I'm livid that he thinks he can talk to me like that. He pushes me back and says "Whatchya gonna do about it fatty?" I open my mouth to speak but I'm cut off by the bell. What a great start to the school year.