Fat.

Chapter Two - Gummy Bears, Puke, and A Middle Finger

Chapter Two: Gummy Bears, Puke, and A Middle Finger

"You're already late," Mr. Goldberg, the secretary, called through his open office door. The photocopier was making a loud ruckus in the background and the window was open, emitting a cool, soft breeze.

I waved. "Sorry, but today's the first day. Can you just let me off? Please?" I asked giving my best puppy dog face.

Mr. Goldberg gave a small smile. "Alright then," he agreed then looked down and frowned.

"Thanks, sir-" I was about to run out of office as fast as I could but he caught me.

"Why aren't you wearing the proper girls' uniform?" he interrupted.

I frowned back at him. I was so getting a detention. If not now, I was later from another teacher.

"Sorry, there was a problem with my dryer this morning," I smoothly lied.

"I am afraid only the boys are allowed to wear the tan coloured khaki pants. You don't happen to own a pair of the girls' navy ones, do you?" He looks up from his paperwork, looking up at me with a pitying look.

I shake my head. "No."

Mr. Goldberg nods and peeks out the office door. "I won't write you up this time. I'll get you a pass- here- and I want to see the proper attire worn tomorrow. Are we clear?"

I nod feverently. "Of course, Sir."

He waves goodbye, looking at his paperwork again

"Yes!" I silently screamed, running down the hallway and finding little, old Mrs. Brinkley's class down a few more doors.

Before I opened the door, I took a deep breath, counted backwards from five (quickly of course), and twisted the handle.

I stepped inside to see the teacher talking about the new school year and all that unnecessary crap. When I walked in, everyone in the room looked up at me.

"Ah!" Mrs. Brinkley exclaimed when she saw me. "Is this a new student we have? I wasn't told by the committee or the principal, but-" 

I interrupted her, "No, I'm not new. I'm Aimee, remember? I was in your English class last year." 

This caused over half the class to crack up laughing, but behind the cackling, I could hear Vic telling people to shut up.

Mrs. Brinkley adjusted her glasses and tucked some grey hair behind her ear. 

"Sorry, my mind slipped for a moment. Of course, I remember you, Aimee. Brilliant job on your finals, may I add." 

Was I really too fat now for her to recognize me?

I put on a poker face. "Yeah, yeah," I grumbled and walked towards the empty seat by Vic.

There goes blending in.

For another forty minutes, I sat in my chair, feeling eyes looking at me every so often. Mrs. Brinkley glanced at me a few times during class as if she wanted to tell me I had a detention for inappropriate uniform apparel and for late attendance, but she never spoke up. She humiliated me enough and she knew it.

When the bell rang, I got up out of my chair. I walked out the door and was greeted by Vic.

"Hey." She smiled. "Where's your skirt?" she whispered cautiously.

I took another deep breath. "Oh, it's nothing. Our dryer was being lazy again today," I lied.

The halls were busy with people. There were always different conversations looming in the air of the halls.