I am walking down the hall to my locker. Then I hear the voices of my tormentors loudly behind me. Please don't see me, please don't see me, I pray silently in my mind.

"Hey Berry, have you lost weight? You look more like a cow instead of a whale" Karofsky yells, loud enough for the whole school to hear.
He and his friends laugh, along with everyone else in the hallway, including my fellow Glee mates. I turn around to go to Science class and am greeted with five cold slushies to my whole body. The crowd roars with laughter, my face turns even redder, and I run to the girls bathroom after stopping at my locker. I rinse off my body and wash my hair. Crap, all I have for clothes is shorts, a t-shirt, and my showering flip-flops from gym. The shorts are too short, and the shirt is too tight. I don't want to show off my disgusting, fat-...What am I doing? I'm Rachel Berry, future star, I look amazing, right?
I walk down the hall to the gym during lunch, I have to workout. I won't be the fat girl anymore... What is up with me today? I'm within a perfectly normal weight for someone my age and stature. I do some sit-ups, pull-ups, and run for awhile. Then I shower and go to my next class. My afternoon classes are uneventful, now it's time for Glee.
When I walk into Glee everyone stops talking. Great, they were probably talking about how stupid, ugly, fat, and annoying I am. Finn is, of course wrapped up in Quinn.
"Hey Manhands, still didn't get that nose job, huh?" Quinn says, her voice full of malice. Santana snorts along with Brittany, and the rest of the club, taking joy out of my pain.
" Seriously RuPaul, have you even gotten sterilized yet?" Santana sneers.
Then I snap.
" I'm not the whore here, Lopez," I say, quite loudly, surprising myself.
The room is filled with gasps. Santana stands up from her seat, I don't move an inch.
She throws the first punch, I block it. She starts throwing profanities at me, I don't flinch. I slap her across the face. My dads luckily put me through many self defense courses through my life. She attempts to slap me, I punch her. We fight for awhile longer, I win. She got in a few good hits, but to be blunt, I kicked her ass. When Mr. Shue finally got there he broke it up, sent Santana to the nurse, and had a talk with me. Fighting is bad, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
When I get home I go to my room, sit on my bed, and cry. Those words hurt, don't they think I hate myself enough? I know I will never be talented, or funny, or smart, or beautiful, or skinny. I act all day at school, I know I'm disgusting. I know I will never look like Quinn, or Santana, or Brittany.

I know I will never be ENOUGH.