I hung my head over the toilet and vomited. I brushed my teeth and headed toward DADA. My stomach hurt, but that's the price of trying to be accepted here.
I looked down at my plump stomach. I stopped eating. No one seemed to notice because no one cared. No one cares about the troll Millicent. I haven't had my first kiss yet, and I'm sixteen. I haven't even danced with a boy yet. I guess I'm just too repulsive for them.
I know what people say behind my back. They call me ugly, fat, stupid. I have even heard it from Potter and his gang. I thought them to be of better character, but what can you expect from "beautiful people".
I may not be blonde, but I'm not stupid. I had gotten the highest percent in transfiguration on OWLS, even passing Granger. She had a tizzy fit. She had been beaten by someone, though she didn't know who. She had sulked around for days. I didn't let anyone know, they wouldn't believe me anyway.
I walked by some Griffendors who sniggered, talking behind their hands. I glared them down and they quickly left. Cowards.
My stomach grumbled and sharp pains raked though my body. My vision became blurred and I fell on the marble floor. Some sixth years passed me, but none helped me up, because no one cared.