The world spins relentlessly and I am still a damsel in distress. 

Groaning with a massive headache, I slowly get up from my pink duvet and spongy bed, closing my eyes to the full mirror on the left side of the study table. Expecting a miracle, I opened my eyes and those who gazed back at me were huge flappy flaps of fat and thick cushions of spongy thighs.

Groaning once again, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Rinsing thoroughly, I looked at myself one last time in my bath mirror and stuck my tongue out which beautifully highlighted my double chin. Cute!

If the sun was, even more, shinier than this, I am sure I will puke to the cliche of it. It's bright but not doing wonders for me. I hate it.

There has been not one morning, have I looked at the mirror and smiled at myself. How can I? The guilt stuck in my throat for shoving that last m&m into my mouth yesterday night makes me want to bawl my eyes out. But, get yourself stuck in the money of your parents without them, all alone in an apartment that has the best view of the park and tell me, how will you feel? 

My insides churn at the thought of the fat under my skin and the people around me were of great help to make me think that I was the least useful thing in the entire world. They brought me down to earth and laughed at the way I squabble. It was pretty devastating, but who has ears for fat girls.

 Ever since I started to gain weight, I wanted to do something and show the world that fat girls could do something. They are not a burden to the face of the earth. And if I was a burden, then I am certainly not yours, nor your families; they why the heck should you bother me when I am trying to eat that chocolate cake. It's perfectly my choice. Right? 

But, never have I had the courage to do something in front of the public because whenever I start to do something, either I fall face first or I shall pull others along with me which was super embarrassing; so, I kept to myself and never complained. I stuck to my home, a spacious two-bedroom apartment, and wander the same streets with my eyes from the bedroom window. It was awesome, to study people and have no comments back.

Well, enough was enough... I have to do something about my eating disorder and depression. Thus, I started to go for a jog. But, who knew it would be this difficult. Taking the stress was not a strenuous thing. A fat girl with jogging shorts is a fun sight to watch. Well, I choose to wear loose sweats; which in turn made me look like a giant elephant.

The cool air was refreshing to my skin, but the constant wriggle of something underneath my baggy shirt was frustrating, you know the constant jingle bells of my stomach; yet, I moved on as nothing bothers me.

And just when I felt like breathing out a sigh of relief, I heard the most agonizing thing... which curdled my blood and shot adrenaline to its peak.

"Hey fattso...jogging to impress eyes?" followed by chuckles means that my ears are on fire. Unlike many fat girls I know, I don't retreat crying, rather walk up and stick my finger especially you know which and say, "wanna join me? I bet those skin could use some toned muscles rather than mashed up ones. Plus we could be like the cute ten; me being the zero and you the one."

Roaring laughter after my lame comeback means enemy. But, do I care? Heck, no... They had no right in the first place to dig my bones.

"What did you say, fattso?" he was dangerously close to me and I could feel his breath on me. This guy here was the heartthrob of many girls as being the bad boy leader. But, now that his breath is contaminating my sweet not so beautiful face, it irked me up.

"Uh...oh, did I hurt your feelings?" even if it means more chuckles, I don't feel enlightened, he stares at me like he was about to rip me apart but I stand there unaffected by the glare in his eyes and ignoring his breath on me. I turned and started to walk away from the drama, but he held onto my shoulders and turned me.

"Don't you f*** repeat that you ugly fattso!" it was more like a statement than a request and thus I heated up more and I don't know how or why I balled up my fist and punched him right in his face. I saw him stagger back clutching his nose, unable to cry out. I smirked at him and said, 

"Shove that up to your skinny ass and don't you dare touch me again."

Now his face, Den, was the colour of my favourite fruit, strawberry...I didn't wait for him to respond, I just walked away. Somewhere in the background, I heard someone address him as a loser. "Well, Angelina, you earned yourself a point!"

Patting myself on the back, I walked more slowly processing what just happened and calculating what will be the drama in school for me today. Being a plump girl who stands out with height and weight equally doesn't make it a lot easier even if you have a quick tongue. That place would be the death of me every single day. 

Once if it's, deliberately pushing me so that I will push someone else and then the whole school will be laughing at me. Or sometimes, someone will put more sauce and fries into my plate and throw Twinkies at me. Though I love both of them, doing that just to piss me off is something I do not enjoy. And what I do to irk them up is eat salad and low card sandwiches. 

But, whom am I kidding; they have something pretty awesome to say about that too. So, I stopped impressing and caring altogether. Well, in short school is a mess and who has found it awesome, anyway? Pretty much all the time, the only statement I hear from others is "I hate school" then intense groaning like there is a giant gorilla with an upset stomach. 

So, yea... I am not any different from the others but the only thing that makes me stand is out my 27o lbs physique. I guess school is awesome for popular beauty queens and studious nerds.

Some voice interrupted me from my thoughts and I saw a girl just like me, gasping for air and saying hello. Smiling at her, I replied with greetings and we went to sit on a bench as she was out of breath.

"Hi, my name is Annie, what's yours?"

"Angela, my name's Angelina, you can call me Angela." Smiling sweetly at her made her blush and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong? Don't cry, it makes others see how insecure you are, don't do that."

"It was a brave thing you did back there with Den, it takes up some guts. Den is pretty harsh all the time with me and he is my..."

"Oh, can't you even stand for a minute fatties? Oh my, the world is contaminated by your lot. Oh, your rolls of cheese cut down all those rats in you to speak up? They are smarter than you, you know fatties. But it's not your mistake, it's your mouth that gorge all into it without any control like the city garbage bin and that makes the pipes stuck in your throat to say a proper reply and take a decent walk."

Betty and Venn were laughing at the little speech Darla has given which was really lame and stupid. Only she can bring this kind of stupid not so 'creative' comment. They are in for a real surprise as I can feel my rage boiling up seeing which only intensified when I saw Ann cry. Urgh! quit it, Annie.

"Oh dear skinny lard, it is not that mouth of yours making you sound pretty smart, it is the role of your tongue that can contaminate innocent people's brains. And the roll off garbage that sticks to your mouth, which makes you keep spitting makes you quite unattractive. 

"It is not your mistake either to be stinking like garbage after a few minutes jogging, you see, it is because inside you can't be half as good as we, that makes you insecure to be spewing garbage at us, isn't that right, skinny lard? Plus next time you decide to interrupt others, try to clean yourself with a mint; it is pretty eew to act nice while I am dying inside trying hard not to be rude by clasping my nose."

I dragged Ann away from them and the four people were gaping at my reply, even Ann couldn't suppress her amazement and I closed my eyes to open a little and asked her, "Did I say something stupid back there?"

Laughing out loud, she clutched her stomach and wiped her tears away. "Oh my god, I have never heard something as stunning as that from a fat girl who was picked by someone so harsh and that too on Darla? The girl, who was feared by many... someone who is my wildest enemy...you said that cute little speech which was awkward and awesome, but to Darla? I salute you, mayor!"

I could see the amusement glimmer in her and I wanted to do a happy dance to have acquired a friend after days of solitude. We laughed merrily and exchanged numbers, agreeing to see each other soon. I was flipping inside as I walked back to my apartment, to have gained a new friend and fidgeting because one stone was laid, and the others were coming inside that dark grey gloomy school.

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