“Bella?” Amada wanted to tell her sister what she was thinking, but she couldn’t find the right words. Bella answered with a ‘hm?’ sound. Amada was trying to figure out what she was going to say and how she was going to say it. “I... uhm…” Amada started. Bella looked at her with a look of curiosity on her face. “I want plastic surgery.” Bella’s eyes widened in shock. “What? No. Absolutely not,” Bella said sternly. “Please, Bella! I need this,” Amada pleaded. “What do you mean you need it?” Amada sighed. “I need it because I want to live an actual life. What’s going on in my life right now isn’t living. It’s just… barely surviving. There is a big difference between the two. It’s hard for me to shop for clothes, it’s hard for me to move… I can’t even go out in public without someone staring at me with a disgusted look on their face. On top of that, I get bullied at school. I can only take so much, Bella.” Bella sighed. She knew how hard life was for her sister and she knew getting rid of that extra fat could boost her immune system tremendously. But she also knew the risks of getting plastic surgery. Infection, blood loss, nerve damage, and many more. “I’ll think about it.”
The rest of the car ride was pretty much silent. When they pulled up to their tiny house, Amada was the first to get out. Bella got out next and pressed the lock button on her car key until the car beeped loudly. She unlocked the house, and the two of them didn’t speak when they walked inside.
Amada went upstairs to her room and sat on her bed. She didn’t know how to feel about anything. She was so unhappy with the way her life was going and how she looked. She was so done with being the fat girl.
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Ficción GeneralAmada Stewart has been through so much throughout her life. Her mom was killed, her dad is in prison, and on top of that, she'd been highly overweight most of her life. She has a failing immune system which leads to her weight gain and she can't see...
