Chapter 1: drop it like its hot

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  • Dedicated to Bailey: the only one who supports me
                                    

Hey! Yeah you! Have you ever wanted to run so far away but for some reason you can't? Like you are chained to the wall? Well, I can relate to that so much. Oh, how rude of me! I haven't introdced myself! My name is Sabrina! What's yours? Oh really? I love that name! Sorry, I got sidetracked! Anyways, as you know, my name is Sabrina. And this is my story. The story that is a mstery to everyone, including me. I was a nrmal kid, starting fresh at a new school, making new friends, and the best part of it all- no one knew my secret. I told my best friend, Bailey, of course, because, I trust her with my life and even more than that. I only told one other friend who knew how I felt but at the same time, did anyone know how I really felt?

So let's take a little trip back to last year, shall we? To have to look into the mirror at my repulsive reflection everyday was torture, and then that's when I looked at my stomach. "I LOOK SO FREAKING UGLY!!!" I screamed in my head. The sight of myself was disgusting. I got changed into my uniform and headed out the door. No breakfest and no lunch. It was last period of the day and I was so happy about it. Until someone tapped me on the shoulder. Little did I know that next moment would be the worst day of my life:

"Hey Sabrina?" a boy named Troy said to me.

" What?"

" Do you think you are really supposed to have that much fat on a girl our age?"

"What are you talking about......"

"It's just that you look like a sumo wrestler walking in the halls!"

"Oh.....I..erm..I didn't notice that..."

"Well let me ask the teacher if a girl is supposed to have this much body weight on her!! Hahaha!!!"

"Excuse me," I said before running into the girls bathroom. I cried my eyes out for five minutes because I knew it would be embarssing to stay in the bathroom for twenty minutes than awkwardly show up. WORST DAY EVER.

Wow. Traumatic huh? It really was. I don't know what made it worse; the fact that we had been friends since kindergarten or the fact I ever liked that douche bag. The world may never know...

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