Round 1 (Total write out):
Prompt: Zero is supposed to be only a number not a size
I walk home content with my day nothing really hitting me yet. You could say that I've just become so used to it that I've become oblivious to it. I've become oblivious to the occasional insult that gets thrown at me every week or so about my body. People don't even notice they just laugh, even my peers laugh just because its oh so funny while I'm mortified and crying on the inside. I plastered a smile the whole day though in truth I partly forgot about what was said this time and as I twisted my key in the lock of my door I was pretty happy. Happy it was Friday, no homework, I would be chilling. When in all actuality I was sad from the moment it came out of his mouth.
"Her ass is in my face"
"What ass?"
They thought I didn't hear but I did and my smile turned to a frown. I wanted to yell, scream at them, I wanted to insult them beyond belief, I wanted to hurt them, I wanted to punch them, but I couldn't because as I was reminded by them of all people I was weak. I was an ugly, weak, fragile, flat ass, no boobs weakling. I have no curves, I look like a stick, a skeleton nothing more, something no guy would ever want. Society says that only nerds or heavy weight people or the LGBTQ community are the only ones that ever get bullied, but at least they feel sympathy.
I don't want to complain, I mean my life is fine and I'm pretty sure some people have it harder than me, but I just wish I didn't feel so alone. That someone could tell me what to do because it's not like skinny girls have it easy just because that's what society advertises and seemingly wants. But in my world it's more like: "Zero is supposed to be a number not a size." It's more like: "If you haven't kissed a boy by 8th grade your just plain old ugly, You want a guy to like you then you have to have a big ass and big boobs, and You have to be all grown up by the time you hit high school."
But I don't want to conform to society and I can't help the way my body looks. Unfortunately, even though they say words can never hurt you they hurt me bad! So I cried when I got to my room on that same Friday afternoon convincing myself that no guy would ever love me. I cried and cried about those two little, harmless words. Affected by them terribly and in need of someone's comfort, a guy's comfort. But I can't get it so I just sit there purposely crying until I am literally tired so I can forget about my very real insecurities and continue on because they will never stop!
I lay myself on my bed drowsy from all the crying and try to forget for the next day that comes will be easier until it happens again. I close my eyes and enter my dream world where everything is perfect, where I am perfect.
A/N Sooo I know you told me that it would be nice to turn this in earlier for the judging process and I could make up all the excuses I want, but in truth I totally forgot and with school and everything. Anyways no excuses but I hope you accept my short story still in order to continue on. Enjoy! @akan_great16 and all the other judges. Also forgot to tell you the 2 other short stories are part of another contest and I didn't think it would be a good idea to make another contest book so I just combined them both I hope it's ok.
