Chapter 8

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And for anyone suffering with this, please know you are beautiful, and your body is not wrong society is! Stay strong!

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* Jacky's Pov*

I was pissed. No,I was beyond pissed. I paced angrily around the inside of the outdoor locker room. Jaz had blown me off all day. Even when I tried to talk to her during lunch, and she waved me off like I was a annoying bug of some sort. All day I had let my anger toward Jaz bubble inside me, and quite frankly, it was giving me the worst headache imaginable. 

The day had seemed to drag out forever. I sat alone in most of my classes, and when I did sit next to someone they looked at me like I was a freak. They scooted away slowly, trying not to make it obvious they didn't want to be stuck next to me. But what do you except when you look like a gross fat freak? Every time I got up for something, I could feel all of their eyes on my back. I could hear the words racing through their heads.

I slipped into my my track uniform, and brushed my hair out of my face. Track was the only thing that has ever made me feel good. Even when I was having the worst of days, I could start running, and it would be like everything had melted away.

"Hey Jacky!" I picked angrily at my nails. They where flaking again. I wanted to paint my nails, I wanted to make them look beautiful for once,but they where to  frail to handle anything. I would paint them at night, and in the morning everything would be gone the next morning.

"Jacky?" Jaz grabbed a hold of my shoulder.

"Let go of me." I snapped as I shrugged off her hand. I was taken back by my tone. I had never spoken to anyone in this type of tone. I could tell Jaz was taken back too. Her eyes where huge and full of hurt.

"What crawled up your butt?" She stripped away her shirt and grabbed the t-shirt hanging on the rack.

"Nothing, nothing at all." I pushed open the locker room door and stormed outside. 

But that's not what I wanted to say. I wanted to scream at her, tell her how much she had hurt me today. But no, I could never must up enough strength to tell her that.The bright sunlight made me squint as I headed over to where a group of kids where standing. The heat was suddenly making me feel very light headed. It felt like my stomach was doing flips as I stood in the small group.

"Alright, we are going to run a few laps to warm up. Since I highly doubt anyone ran during their summer break. So line up." A few mumbles of complaints from a group of girls as we lined up on the starting line.

I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath to try to clear my head. Everything seemed to grow fuzzy in front of me. I couldn't determine where the line of people began and ended.  I heard the familiar crunch of track underneath sneakers as everyone took off running around me. I tried to pull my legs forward, but they seemed to be frozen in place.  

Move! I commanded myself.

But the effort seemed futile. I turn my head sideways, trying to catch a glimpse of Coach, but everything seemed blurry. My heart raced inside my chest  it felt like I was running a marathon, but I wasn't moving. My breaths where coming in short quick gasp. Don't panic, I repeated over and over to myself. Panicking will only make it worse. Come on move! 

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