Chapter One: The Cat's Out of the Bag

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M A E L Y

I always wore long sleeve baggy clothes. You would think someone as small as me would wear tight clothing. No way. I'm so fat and I still have so much work left to do with myself. No one really noticed because it was sort of "my style".

Hi. I'm Maely. I'm 15. And this is the story of how Michael fucking Clifford became my boyfriend.

It was a normal / as normal as it could be / school day and i raised my hand in class to ask a question. Yes, I was the straight A nerd with no friends except my textbooks and tumblr. That day i had sort of realized that my scars from my arms were starting to fade pretty well...atleast to me compared to what the used to be... so i wore a loose long sleeve grey sweater shirt thingy from Brandy Melville. My sleeves has sliden down my arms as I raised my hand and after about 10 seconds, right as i was called on, my sleeve fell down. Mrs.Hemmings had a confused look on her face along with many of the students looking back at me as i sat in the back of class. (cue calum singing invisible rn. srry i had to) I had imediatley felt the brush of cold air on my arm when my sleeve fell down and yanked my arm down so fast you probably wouldn't have seen it come down. At first Mrs.Hemmings looked concered, but i looked back at her and she suddenly looked very intent as if she had just come up with a plan and she wasn't going to do anything until she had achieved it. I brushed off the rest of the students' exasperated expressions on their faces and stared back at my math so hard i couldn't even read it anymore. I started to tear up, so i took a deep breathe, held all my emotions in, and then asked to go to the bathroom so i could cry for real. She said of course, and then she proceeded with the motion of her hand waving towards her as if she wanted me to come closer. She whispered in my ear: "We'll talk after class... alright?" I replied "ok" with a huge shake in my voice. I quickly walked out of the door then ran to my locker. I was going home. 

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