Chapter 8: part 1

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I have been at my new school for a week now. Matt Knott he is called. He knows pretty much everything about me now, he said he will stop annoying me if i told him, so i did. I have some knowledge on this place now. Though it's pretty modern, the classrooms are old fashioned. Matt did help me, on most days, that was because he kept following me and i had no one else to ask where the toilets were to be honest.

Lunch times are definitely hard, with Matt following me, i literally have to sneak my lunch into the bins. Luckily my mum doesn't know anyone who works in the lunch hall. Phew!

I look towards Matt as he frantically runs towards me. "I am the bestest friend ever, Annabelle, I have got us tickets to Leeds festival!" he literally jumped in the air. As excited as i literally was, i just stood there arms crossed "Annabelle, really, Matt what have i told you!" He just stood there and shrugged and leaped his arm around my shoulder, "Aren't you excited An-" he shook me up violently, i felt so dizzy but managed to say "I can't wait Matt!" He then turned in front of me and stopped me from walking. "Okay it's this friday, come to mine after school and we can get ready"

I am going to his house, to get changed! I just nodded in agreement, what about if he sees my body and laughs at my fatness! I started to stress, really bad! i just couldn't stop thinking about it! I missed half of geography due to mind revision!

Lunch, no surprise i saw Matt waiting to stalk me, and question about me suddenly feeling too sick to eat. I just walked past him nudging him slightly as his smile faded as he stared at me leaving the school. In year 11 you can go out for lunch. I felt him breath against my neck as i walked past. I couldn't be dealing with him, not today. I walked into the countryside behind all the shops of our small town. I just wanted to walk and not stop until i was thin enough for friday. I felt the air move as puffs of breath killed the behinds. My ribs was grabbed and i was pulled in. I tried to escape, i screamed but he cuffed my mouth "Anna shush it's just me" I was turned around to face Matt. He let me go silly mistake because i just ran i couldn't let him see me with my mascara caking my chubby cheeks, could i!

Stupid football! of course he was gonna catch up with me he is so fit! Then theres me the same spelling but replace the i with an a! FAT! He pulled me too the ground and he landed on top of me. He grasped my arms "Where are you going Anna? What is wrong with you?" He shouted, "Get off me!" i cried while squirming under his muscles. He noticed the tears rolling down my face and got off me still attached by his hand in mind. "Are you gonna explain?" his voice softened yet it hurt just as much. " I can't, i just can't!" i cried more as i turned my face from his. "Why are you crying Anna?"

"I am just broken, broken with flaws!" i cried literally.

"Come here!" i was suddenly bought into a hug. "Why don't you eat Anna?"

"Matt not this again!"

"I know you don't eat, okay, so explain!"

"You won't understand!"

"Try me"

"I have flaws Matt, to many. I am fat and ugly and only I can fix that!"

"Anna, you're not fat! You are so thin and you are the most beautiful person i have ever met and that's

because you're an angel, but you just broke some wings on the way down!"

I smiled as i sniffed my tears up. He brought me back to a hug.

"I can fix your wings and then you'll see what i see."

His forehead placed against mine. His eyes shut, closed as his warm minty breath healed my face,

from the tears.

His arms reached my lower back, as the wind blew my hair around us. Shut in my hair, my eyes

closed, his soft, irreplaceable lips fell into the cracks of my own lips. My eyes opened to be joined by

his.

"Anna, i'm so sorry" his face looked dazzled but yet regretful.

"I am not" i grabbed his waist and pulled him in, as i kissed him. His tongue nourished my mouth as he lifted me up slightly, until i was on my tiptoes.

My first kiss AKA heaven.

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