Please stop?!

Chapter 1

Beep beep BEEP BEEP

My alarm clock kept on screaming at me to tell me I was going to miss my bus again, so i guess I will have to walk again, great.

I look in my full view mirror,  which is just a reminder of all the food I  And have ate lately, I seem to be getting fat just by breathing, I feel like I am the fattest in the year, all I see  is my acne, fat, imperfections, everything that I hate about myself, why can't I be like you know them, you  know the popular kids, the ones with a great figures, perfect hair and makeup everyday 24/7 well perfect everything really.

After getting dressed I cake my face with my mask to cover my blemishes and scars, my friends try and persuade me that I am fine without it and to forget about all the makeup(well the girls do but the boys say the opposite,) but makeup and loose clothes and my phone are things I can't live without and I have a reason for everything.

I wear make up because as I said before to cover my blemishes that I hate, also it is my mask to hide myself from the truth. I have loose clothes because I'm too fat to wear skinny things and cute clothes like everyone else, including my best friend, why can't I have her figure because she has all the curves in the right places and she is also the perfect height unlike me, the short ass. But my phone is my life like most teenagers that I know everything is on my phone and that is where all my books are and my music I can't live without music I feel so insecure without it because I hate people especially new people talking to me because I am so shy and awkward.

I knew it I had missed the bus like every day. And I have pe first lesson so I change again into my pe kit and out of my school inform because I will get school about halfway through first lesson, so it will save time getting changed again. I grab an apple and start my 40 minute jog to school, I hope I don't see anyone on my way to school otherwise I start to walk to make me stand out less.

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I walk into pe and the main bitch called christine,decided that it would be fun to send me to the office straight away, by throwing the netball straight at my nose. surprise! surprise! it happens every lesson I have with her it's usually a bottle or a book, however if we are in pe, it is a punch or a ball in my face because then it's easier to get away with it, because she just says it's by accident she gets away with this because her parents are rich so they would make the teacher lose there jobs if they upset Christine. She would always say I was in the way or she didn't see me because of my height.

I hope my parents don't find out about what's going on...

shit!?...!?

Boom ...

Then I blanked out from the impact of the ball. Great... not again....