Fatty (ON HOLD!!)

Chapter two

Chapter 2

I squeeze into the small space between the desk, barley fitting into my chair. My belly pushes into the rim of the desk, sucking the breath right out of me. I had forgotten how uncomfortable these seats were. Or had I gained weight over the summer like Ben had pointed out?

Tara sits across from me. Ben arrives and chooses to sit diagonally from my desk/chair combo that I barely fit in. Now he can torment me in class too. Whatever thoughts I had about hope have all but flown away in the wind, leaving behind the dusts of despair. This year might even be the worst I've had yet.

Now, enter Gwen. She is the beautiful, smart, skinny, popular girl you always see in movies. She doesn't pay me any attention, which I guess is better than her being mean, but then again, why would she want to talk to a fat, dumb, ugly girl with a name like Lindy?

Her seat is next to Ben's. I'm still surprised they haven't started dating yet, everyone expects them to at least.

Tara flashes me a friendly smile, but I know how soon that smile will turn into a disgusted sneer, just like everyone else's. I look away because this is already going to be painful enough.

The teacher comes in and starts talking, but just like every other wasted hour spent at school, I zero her out and stare out into the distance, fantasizing about being a perfect size 0, being able to wear a cute, little black dress. I'm invited to all the parties, surrounded by friends and hot guys. Then, it's summer, and instead of never going to the pool and eating ice cream out of the tub in front of the TV, I can wear a tiny itty bitty bikini or a tank top with booty shorts. Next, it's winter and I see the cutest pair of skinny jeans at the mall that I know for a fact I can squeeze into.....

" Lindy, Lindy..." I am broken out of my trance to see that I am the last one in class except for Tara, who is looking at me worridly, saying my name.

" Huh? Oh," I trail off and clumsily stand up, blushing. There's a thin red mark where the desk had pressed against my stomach.

" Were you sleeping?" she asks me.

" Sure," I say, avoiding the truth.

" Well, come on, you're going to be late. Do you have English next?" How many classes do we have together?

I nod. Luckily, the halls are empty as we make our way to the English classroom. My doughy belly hurts from the pressure from the desk, and I already feel exhausted. We slide into our seats just in time. At least this time, Ben is situated across the room.

" Today class, we are going to focus on juicy vocabulary," calls out Mrs. Buttenhimer. (Pronounced bute-en-high-mer.) She is an annoying old lady with scary looking eyes surrounded by a sea of wrinkles. Everyone secretly calls her old Mrs. Butt behind her back. But then, they call me things much worse.

" Example. Take a word like pretty. Instead of saying that Kaylie is pretty, we could say that she is beautiful, gorgeous or stunning." Kaylie blushes with pleasure.

" Anyone want to try?"

" Nice. Friendly, kind, likable," a girl answers.

" Good," Mrs. Buttenhimer praises, nodding. " How about you Ben?"

" Fat," he says. The class giggles. I don't feel too good about where this is going. " Chubby, overweight, obese," he begins and looks straight at me. My stomach plummets to the cheaply carpeted floor.

" Huge, doughy, paunchy, pot-bellied, plump," a nasty grin has worked its way onto his face. Mrs. Buttenhimer glances uneasily around the room. Like none of this is happening, but she doesn't try to stop it. I slide as low as my rolls allow deeper into my chair. I want to get up and run away. I know what's coming.