Hello, I'm Annabel Canning but I prefer Anna. My favorite color is blue, I'm 13 years old, and I weigh 128 pounds. This is my new journal for 8th period English. Today is my first day of school. Im the new kid, again. I'm used to it now but I hope I can stay unnoticed all year and move on like always.
Monday
August 25, 2014
As soon as I saw the school I knew it would be hard to go unnoticed. It's so small. What is there only, like, 3 students! Things got even worse when I entered the classroom. I had to stand at the front of the room and get introduced. I can hear the girls whispering about something, me. Of course they'll whisper about me. Compared to them I'm ugly and I'm way bigger in size. I turn to the side of the class that has the boys, they're not to bad but they're defiantly trying to figure out if I'm worth the time. I made eye contact with one, oh my, his eyes are the most amazing color of blue I've ever seen. He looked away from me obviously unimpressed. Suddenly my thighs feel bigger than normal as I'm directed to my seat. My luck; the only seat is right smack in the middle of a group of guys.
Tuesday
August 26, 2014
My day was pretty normal despite the fact no one has talked to me since I got here. Finally, it was lunch break. This day is almost over and not a single person has spoken to me yet. I take an empty seat away from the groups of people. I forgot to bring more than a dollar, I guess I'm stuck with a muffin for lunch. As I peel of the wrapper the same group of guys that I had to sit with in first period gathered around me. "You really think you need that muffin? Maybe you should look in the mirror, fatty." What's wrong with them. I know I'm a bit thicker than normal girls but they don't have to call me out on it just because I'm eating. "Didn't you hear us fat girl! All of that muffin is gonna go right to your elephant thighs!" Do elephants even have thighs? "Why don't you just stuff your face some more you dumb fat whore!" They don't even know me how can they say that? Where is a teacher? Why is no one helping me? It's just like my old school again.
Wednesday
August 27, 2014
Well, the first week of my new school is already half way through and I hate it. Just like my old school everyone is against me, except this time they don't even know me, it started with those guys calling me fat at lunch but now it's much more. Now every boy and girl at school hates me. When I walk in the halls they look me up and down like I'm some disgusting animal ridden with disease. At lunch the guys stand around me calling me fat, when I try to get away I go to the restroom to wait till next period, when I go the girls are there waiting for me with all the same words over and over again. Looking at myself I'm starting to believe them.
Thursday
August 28, 2014
I didn't eat today. I though I had beat this last year but she came back. The other students still called me fat. I believe them, all they say is true, I don't deserve food. Despite not eating they still weren't satisfied. They called me ugly and a whore still. One even told me to kill myself, that caught on pretty soon, they gave a few ideas how too. Before I left school a few kids stopped me. They beat me up pretty bad and threw a small box of razors at me telling me to use them. I did. It felt good to be able to feel a different kind of pain for once. Pain, that's a word I'm used to for sure.
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Anna's Journal
Fantasy(Not real!!!!! This didn't happen it came from my imagination!!!!) As a study on young teenagers I had the 7th grade English teacher give her class a project. They had to write in a journal about what happens in school; all they learned, experience...
