"The new girl"
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Now I'm not the thinnest girl in the world I'm chubby... It was 1996 when my parents told me a month after my 14th b-day that we are moving Australia...-3 months later- we lived in Australia and it came to my first day at school. I got to school and the head teacher showed me around the school and I got to my class and all the eyes were on me, and every one filled with laughter and shouting"be careful a bum is going to explode" and I ran out and started crying so obviously I went to 5 different schools and the same happens in each one..... In till I went to one called "btnd"-big thin no differents- For kids in all different sizes and there I was fine until I got in trouble because I'd been fighting. So I didn't go to school the next day and I was really board so asked on to his app called Siri what shall I do? And Siri said go to the gym and so I did... And this is we're my story began...
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