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I hate my body. That's it I've always hated it I feel like I'm fat. People say that I shouldn't say those things to myself. But it's true, every morning I wake up and go straight to the scale. 

116.3  I sigh knowing i need to be skinnier. I put on a blue t-shirt and some black jeans. I walk  down the stairs and grab a bottle of water and my backpack and head to school. I walked to the bus stop where I got on the bus and sat alone with head phones listening "another song about the weekend"

  They keep playing sad songs on the radio
And I feel like I'm so alone
On this 15-hour drive
And all the while I tell myself to just believe
Cause nobody can give so much
And never get anything
(never get anything)

Then the bus stopped in front of the school. As soon as I walked into the hall I felt like everyone was staring at my body judging me talking about me. I took a deep breath and walked to my advisory class but, as soon as I sat down at my desk. 

"Hey slut ready for the meeting?" I shivered and looked behind me

"W-What m-meeting?" Eduardo smirked and pulled me by the shirt

"The meeting between you and my fist" he pulled me into the hallway and was about to punch me when.

"Eduardo leave him alone!" I turned to see Edd, Tom, Matt , And Tord walking towards us

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