"That" girl

Chapter 1

My alarm rings, waking me from my dreamless slumber. Another day surrounded by idiots.

As I get out of bed and turn off my alarm, I think of what waits for me when I get on the bus. All the faces staring at me while I walk through the aisle. I cringe at the mere thought of it, walking out of my room and making my way downstairs.

I'm greeted by the usual feeling of emptiness. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that my parents leave for work before I wake up. It gives me time to think about my terrible life without being interrupted by the obnoxious "good morning, sweetie" and "have fun at school!"

I grab a hardened blueberry muffin from the counter. Not that I mind that it's hard; I don't eat much more than a quarter of the food I'm "supposed" to eat.

Apparently I'm supposed to eat until I can't move, according to my parents, doctor, relatives, and pretty much everyone else. My opinion is that I should only eat until I'm slightly less hungry because I don't see the purpose of eating any more than that.

A year ago, some idiot and his mouth-breathing friends took the whole "teasing" thing farther than usual by calling me a fat smart-ass. And I don't know what I was thinking, but I stopped eating "normally". Since then, I realized that it's much better that way. I don't even know how, but I feel like the amount I used to eat is way to much. I'm surprised I didn't explode from eating so much by then!

After I eat my portion of said muffin, I wash up and get dressed.

Throwing on my usual skinny jeans and black hoodie, I grab my backpack and run a brush through my hair before leaving home.

My bus stop where I wait for the Torture-mobile to take me to the Torture-building is just down the street.

As I get to the curb, I put my earbuds in, and blast some music. Music in, world out.