The Boy Who Read Minds ✔️

27:\\ Running

BAILEY NOW HAS HER OWN STORY!!!

"BUTTERFLY OF GOLD" On MY PROFILE. ALSO UNDER THE MIND READER SERIES READING LIST! I'm so excited for you to figure the reason behind her... well you'll see very soon!

(tw: disturbing content: mental illness, fat-shaming, cannibalism etc..)

Bailey

My fat thighs clapped against each other as I heaved down the street. I had decided to take a nice short run around my neighborhood, but no— some idiot's dog came out of nowhere and now I feel like I can collapse any minute.

It was midnight, the optimal time for a fat girl to run because nobody can see me and nobody would want to rape me.

Step.

I was out of breath.

Step.

The dog was gaining up on me.

Step. Trip.

I slowed down.

Step.

The dog was too close.

Trip part 2.

The dog ate my leg.

Wait, wait, what's going on here. I gasped as the sun light struck my eyes.

As if I would ever willingly run.

I almost laughed. I stretched my oversized arms, hitting my sister's bunk above me. She didn't even stir as I stood up and headed to the
bathroom.

What can I say? I like food. I love food actually. In fact, eating is my favorite hobby.

I brushed my teeth, flossing the gummies I had eaten last night out of my teeth and walked- slowly crawled- back to bed.

I looked at my sister who looked so very peaceful as I decided to turn some very loud music on my phone.

"Going for a jog!" I shouted loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear me. Amy mumbled incoherent wordage and I smiled. Productively walking outside with my phone in hand.

There was nobody outside as I realized it was merely six a.m. Yes- fat girls can wake up early too. The turkey I ate last night wasn't enough to hold me back.

I slithered around the streets, out of breath as I stopped at the closed restaurant. I shrieked, realizing how easily I could die from starvation!

My stomach gurgled as the farts erupted— maybe I wasn't that hungry.

I couldn't believe my eyes as they landed on the only food in sight. A pigeon landed on the wooden bench as I stared at it.

This would be how I could survive another day. I needed to consume this pigeon. I slowly and unintentionally loudly stepped closer to the cross eyed creature. It glanced at my towering body and flew away.

"Darn you! Stupid pigeon! What am I suppose to eat now!" I shut my eyes, praying for food as Diana, the head chef of my favorite restaurant began unlocking the door so she could get to work.

"Diana!" I shouted across the empty area, wishing my thighs would stop rubbing against each other long enough for me to make a decent run.

At the sight of my whale figure, her eyes widened and she quickly entered, shutting the door. She must be eager to cook for me!

I sat outside, waiting for the door to unlock as I mapped out my survival strategy. I would catch the next animal- whatever it may be- and use it to sustain myself for the coming hours of laborious waiting.