A/N: Hey guys this is my 1 story here on Wattpad so please excuse me if it lowkey or even highkey bad okay just please don't leave rude comments because words hurt. This story is for the big girls and the black/ African American females who have been picked on for their weight or their skin color or their personality or even all three at the same time, I know how it feels so we can relate. Also beware there will be some mature language in this story like cussing so you know nothing too bad, but if you don't like this kind of stuff then just leave okay.
Also: This story is mine and nobody else's okay its copy rights mk you can go to jail for stealing my story. Anyways on with the story
Chapter 1:
I woke up with a start, sweat covering my forehead and, my clothes and sheets sticking to my body. "Shit, oh well, I don't like to sleep under the sheets anyways." Now that I think about it, why did I sleep under them last night? Never mind. I looked over at my clock to see that it was 7:15. Holy crap I'm late.
I grabbed my clothes that I had put out last night and rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower. After I get out I put on my floral spaghetti strap sundress, a jean jacket and some closed toe white wedges. I leave my hair in its natural curls and put some Shea Moisture curl and style milk so that it will stay curly all day. I bag my bag and walk out the door. "Bye Mom!" I yell out quickly before running to my Toyota.
On my way to school I stopped at Starbucks because I needed some caffeine in my life and there was no line, so yeah. Anyways I should introduce myself my name is Noelle and its my last year of high school. I have hazel brown eyes and sandy brown hair, I am 17 and single and bigger than the average high schooler, but I don't consider it as fat I consider it as curvy but some people cant seem to understand that not all fat is bad.
I pulled up to the school with about 15 minuets to spare. I walked to the office to look at the list of names to find my homeroom for my entire senior year I hope that its the most easy going teacher there is so that I can drink my coffee and use my phone. I sighed, I know that those teachers don't exist, but a girl can hope. I found my homeroom and walked off
Are you ready to go through Senior Year with me?
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Romance"Once again my feelings and my hopes have been crushed, although, I should've known I mean I am, and I mean this literally and figuratively, the only black girl in school not to mention the only fat one too. I should have KNOWN he was playing me." ...
