Hey everyone! So I decided to start a new FanFic!

Please don't mind the bit of OOC, if your not a fan of that, please don't hate.

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"Hey, fat ass!" Called the most popular girl in West High School, from across the huddled hall. "I really hope we'll be seeing you next year," Fake concern colored her obviously mocking tone.

Ignore it, I told myself for the hundredth time that day, just ignore it.

I slammed the locker door shut using my chubby right arm, grateful that summer was finally here. You have no idea what kind of torture and pure excruciating misery these walls held for me every coming day.

Yes, I am aware that teasing happens to everyone, and that one can be cursed with far worse than a couple insults, or pushes every once in a while. It's totally normal to be bullied in high school, it's basically a pastime, right? Part of growing up; you just have to brush it off.

But I refuse to believe this tormenting is common. That it is just typical for a teenage girl to be abused so profusely, every single day of her junior year, for no apparent reason. That a girl deserves to be purposely pushed down the stairs for wearing a freaking yellow sweatshirt, or for absently walking down the hall way without looking up, or for accidentally brushing against someone when it's crowded, or for just minding her own damn business. Is it justifiable for that girl to continuously be cussed at for being herself?

I think not, but feel free to jump in with your own opinion any time now.

I'm the victim of West High's never-ending torment, which is a specialty of the girl who gets away with anything and everything. She turned the entire school against me. Because I'm fat, and ugly, and unworthy in her eyes. She says, due to those flaws, I don't deserve to live.

I'm a sixteen- going on seventeen- year old girl in this tiny high school. I shamefully weigh 173 pounds. I have flabby arms that can never possibly be hidden; I have sagging, abnormally large breasts (that, by the way, just made me look even bigger). Anyone can see my stomach is nice and round, though I try my best to hide it under dark and oversized clothing.

So I was "fat", and maybe that made me "ugly". But I'm pretty sure that doesn't disqualify me from life.

Insecurely, I pulled my extra-large hoodie up over my told to be "huh-uge" head, and began my short walk home.

That was until, "Yo! Fat ass!" Yelled a familiar voice I could've recognized anywhere. It was the most popular guy in school, Dylan Hagen.

Dylan Hagen was the type of guy any girl would kill for. He had that gorgeous Abercrombie and Fitch body, including those killer six pack abs that made your knees week. Then, he had that silky styled, dirty blond hair that you only see on celebrities. He also had the clothes, the money, the girls, and to top it all off, he had his posse. All that made him the self absorbed man he was, yet I couldn't make myself hate him. Even though he played a big part in making my life a hell-on-earth. Maybe he was just too sexy to be apposed.

Hey, a girl can dream.

And here he was, Dylan perfect Hagen, talking to me. Any sane girl's completion to life! . . . Except, he was unfortunately and unreasonably cussing me out.

Ignore it. (That's one hundred and one times, now.)

Within Dylan's posse there was Sam. Sam Holden had light brown hair styled short, sweet light blue eyes, and some full pink lips. Probably had a nice six pack under his cliché varsity jacket, too. He was cute, I guess. But then again, I'm not exactly one to judge- what with being the ugliest girl in the entire school, and all.

Another one of Dylan's followers was Nick. I'd never really payed much attention to him. He wasn't as close with Dylan, I believe. Sam was more of a real devoted Dylan-wannabe. You didn't see Nick as much with Dylan, but you saw him often enough to call him part of Dylan's little group.

Nick had sincere long black hair, and his skin was olive toned; he had a really nice color, now that I think about it. I'm pretty sure his eyes were brown. A really, really dark shade of brown though. Maybe even black? I'm not sure. I never really looked him in the eyes before- hell, I've never looked any of these guys in the eyes before. But, I'm pretty sure they were all attractive enough, considering how the girls were all over them fairly equally.

If I remember correctly, Dylan and Lisa were now together, once again. The posse's relationships were severely insalubrious. For example, just a couple months ago, it was "Lisa and Sam", now it's "Lisa and Dylan", with a likely soon to be"Lisa and Nick ". The same exact thing happened last year with a certain Brigid Dwyer.

Brigid Dwyer was like the original Lisa. Skinny as an anorexic, and slutty as a hooker, Brigid was actually like the Dylan of Lisa's former clique; the head. But That little high school fantasy abruptly came to an end when she got knocked up.

Her life went strait down the drain. She now sat home, her reputation destroyed, taking care of her unwanted newborn baby girl. They said Dylan might have been the father, but he denied it. So, now known as a world famous slut, Brigid is never seen out of the house. Unfortunately, she decided on keeping the poor child, who'll probably end up just like her mother.

Excuse me, I really shouldn't judge.

I noticed Lisa clacking her six inch heals over to my pathway home. "Hi, bitch." And that's what she calls me. "Why don't you come over here and strip for us?" She called, just a few feet away. "Show some skin, for once? For a little 'last day of school celebration', eh? All that fat you're storin' in that hu-uge sweat shirt of yours is probably molding by the minute." She spat at me.

I swallowed hard, and turned away from her. Don't show pain. I told myself, as I noticed some other school students were noticeably gathering around us. It'll just make her happy. I said to myself again, Ignore it. Just ignore it.

"Are ya deaf now?" She taunted me, her voice coated with bitch. "Oh," She went on, as if talking to an infant. "I get it! Your just too insecure." She finished.

I paused in my tracks, Ignore it, Max. IGNORE IT. I almost screamed at myself.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Lisa turn to face the newly formed crowd of students, who apparently, had nothing better to do than to watch my suffering.

"You guys wanna see an ugly, fat ass cry?" She asked our audience. I turned my head away, as I heard the crowd agree and continued walking. I heard Lisa scream to me in a high-pitched, nasally, unattractive tone, "Hey! Where're you going, bitch?" along with the sound of fast paced footsteps tearing through the grassy road, and then. . .

Oof! Her six inch heels went right into my back, using all the strength she had in her patite little body.

I crashed onto the ground, and was mostly surprised when I heard a crack come from my right arm. And then the pain. Oh! That vicious, vicious pain, as it took over my whole right side and numbed it miserably. I heard a scream, as hot, stinging tears formed in my dirt filled eyes without my permission. Embarrassment burned my face when realized the scream had been me.

I remembered hearing laughter, and shouts, even clapping as I lied there, helplessly still. Soon, I'd heard descending footsteps. No one bothered to help me up. Luckily, I remembered I had my cell phone with me (which was exceptionally rare) so I could call my foster mom to pick me up. My mom, Anne Walker, was surprised to hear what had happened and said she'd rush to be there soon, to my brutal rescue.

As I lied there, feeling very obvious and looking pathetic, I knew I couldn't take this torture any longer.

But little did I know what would eventually come from that epiphany. . .

In a nutshell, that summer turned out to be a summer of pure misery. A misery of changes, a misery of pain, a misery of pressure, and a damn misery of a very different kind of torture. It was definitely the most confusing, stressful and horrifyingly tormenting days of my existance, but I hoped it would be helpful in the long run; that I would be beautiful, be loved for once in my life. Even if it couldn't last forever.

It came to be a summer of the most inflexible adjustments ever known to mankind.

And boy, was it effective.

But, now, it all comes down to this: Was it good, or bad?

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