All My Life

Chapter 3

"Come on, do quicker!" My brother cheered.

I panted, quickening my push ups. I had to do a forfeit for being caught 5 times, and it was to do 200 pushups (which my brother suggested, as he wanted me to suffer). Originally, he told me to do 300, but Ian said that it would be to tiring, and everyone agreed. So 200 it is. But I had to do some stunts, or I had to do 400. Thanks Ian. A LOT. I'd rather do a 100 more.

Finally, my arm gave way, and I lay on the floor, exhausted.

"Continue 50 more and do some stunts or you'll have to do 250 more," My brother eyed me. Gosh. I hated my brother.

He'd stir people to go against me, otherwise I wouldn't be the odd one out, or feel extra.

In the past, I wouldn't think too much about them teasing me and just go along with it, (yes, I teased myself. Don't ask me about it. I don't want to talk about it.) but now I got irritated and upset easily, and I kept thinking negative things. Maybe it's my hormones. Because I just keep thinking random things.

And I HATE these hormones changes and this teenage growing up thing. I didn't understand why people like big boobs or being sexy, and I hated people that acted like that. I promised myself to never be like them.

But the thing is, I can't control my growth and my breasts are huge. My friends would make fun of me because of that. I envied their small chests.

And sometimes I wished I were a male so I didn't need to deal with things like that, and, afterall, I was a little tomboyish.

But I'm actually kinda glad that I'm a female, so I didn't need to go army.

I snapped out of my thoughts when my brother kicked me with his foot.

"Hey, are you gona continue or not?" He huffed. He sat, relaxed on the bench. Easy for him to say, when he was the one who didn't need to do so many pushups.

Then I caught Ian sitting on the sofa next to the new girl. He crossed his legs, resting a hand on his right leg, and raising an eyebrow at me. And he looked... damn hot in that position.

I gulped. I noticed the girl had placed her leg next to Ian's, purposely leaning in closer towards him. Did she know she was so lucky to have him?

And I would have shipped them both together, if only I didn't like Ian. They looked so cozy and cute together. They'd make a great couple.

For the thousandth time today, I asked myself why I liked him. He made fun of me, and sometimes even join forces with my brother to go against me, so... why?

I tried to continue the push up on one arm, but my arm gave way and I landed on the ground, rolling in pain.

Ian's sister and my brother laughed at that. Sometimes I tried to be funny to see Ian laugh, and smile.

And I was trying to be funny, but I didn't find it the least bit amusing.

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The party was about to end, and I couldn't stop thinking about who the girl was.

I dragged Ian to the other side of the pit, determined to get answers. Just ask him. Find out, and you can get out of here, I told myself.

"I was just wondering... who's the girl?"

"Oh, Shimin? She's, um, my primary school classmate."

Oh. Okay. But I wanted to ask more. Was she his girlfriend? Did they... kiss? Or make out? Why would he bring her to his birthday party if she wasn't?

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When I reached home, I sat at my table, wondering.

Did he like Shimin because of her looks? Wait. Of course not. Ian was not that shallow.

But if he wasn't shallow.. he would have noticed me regardless of my looks, right?

I sighed, deciding on a fatal decision-- excercising.

Maybe if I lost weight... he would notice me.

I got up. All right. Mission to look pretty and slim.

I decided, if Ian still didn't like me when I'm pretty and slim, and didn't harbour any sort of feelings for me... at least maybe someone else would. Or might.

I sighed. For so many years, it was just a one-sided relationship. I couldn't get him out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I knew that as long as we stopped seeing each other, I might be able to forget him. But I couldn't.

I didn't want to forget him, or our memories together. I didn't want to forget the way he made my heart beat so fast, for he was the only one who could make me feel that way.

And, even if it wasn't for Ian... it was for myself. It was time I lost some weight.

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-3 Months Later-

"All right get ready, get ready! Javious, you look handsome! But you look a lot fatter than your sister now," My mom squeaked, winking. She patted his head, and turned to me. "All right, time to put on your dress."

I whined like a 12-year old child. "But, mom! You know I hate dresses! Especially when they're so short," I pouted.

She eyed me. "Come on, Nina. You look pretty. A long time ago I would have agreed, but look at you! You've changed so much. And we're going to a wedding. You can't be wear shorts, or pants! And it's like, once in years! Nina, just listen to me for once."

I sighed in defeat. I knew I couldn't win my mom. Although I managed to lose some weight, I was still convinced I was still quite fat. And I'm quite glad my breast size decreased as well.

I had only had diet meals for the past 3 months, and sometimes I skipped breakfast. My mom was quite shocked I resisted eating chicken and even my favourite egg yolk, but she supported me.

I sighed. I still wasn't confident I'd look good in the dress.

My mom dolled me up, and even though I didn't fancy make up, I let her put it on.

I put on the dress, and straightened my hair.

And the moment I glanced at myself in the mirror, time seemed to stop.

I felt like I wasn't looking at myself, but a diffrent person. She was... a beauty.

Had I transformed into someone else somehow?

I gasped at my own image, slowly lifting a finger to touch my image.

I was stunning, and... ridiculous.

Ridiculously Fabulous.