I don't own anything Degrassi. I don't know why I'm writing this. Tra-lala, on with the story.
She was fat. There was no other word for this; she was 15 and cellulite was almost forming on her thighs. Her facial features were lost in a sea of baby-like cheeks. Even if she had lost weight, she would still be only mildly attractive. She already knew what she looked like when she was thin. When she was 9, she was diagnosed with hypothyroid, a thyroid condition that made her gain weight. She couldn't even try to be anorexic, bulimic, or exercise. She just had to follow along with the condition, and take the medicine that did nothing for her but keep her alive.
Her coarse, mahogany colored hair was always primped, being kept in tip-top condition. She dyed it only a year ago. Her mother always bought her beautiful cosmetics. She had manicured, clear-coated nails that were elegant and clean. Her eyelashes were naturally dark and curled. Her eyebrows had a beautiful arch to them. But even if she tried to use false beauty, she was fat. And she would never lose weight.
Each day at her ghetto-school, she was taunted by most everyone. Sadly, all the children only bonded with their own races. There were very few Asian, or even light skinned, girls there, and they already gained their reputation for being thin, perfect, and stuck up. Even so, they were overlooked by everyone, anyway. You see, Sadako, for that was her name, never really had friends. When she had moved to this highschool, it was even worse. She lost contact with her one friend.
So she desperately tried to fit in, and failed.
"Sadako," her mother said that Thursday. "I need to talk to you." she gently opened the white oak door. Sadako was on her bed, reading her textbook. Her academics were really the only things she had potential for. 'Oh, great.' thought Sadako. 'I hate it when I need to be talked to. It's always the end of the world.'
"Me and your father have decided we'd like to transfer you to a different school." said her mother. "Here's a list of the schools you're eligible for. There's too much gang-violence at Centre Wellington."
Her mother left the room as peacefully as she had entered. And Sadako was quite pleased. Maybe she could have a second chance at social activity. Maybe there wouldn't be so much rejection at this school. She opened up the pamphlet listing all of the English speaking highschools in her area. There were a few French ones, but she didn't want to have to learn French and rearrange her life.
A picture of each school was nestled next to its address and description. "Bell High School, Brocklehurst Secondary, Centennial Academy, and Degrassi School, grades 6-11." she mouthed silently. There was the picture of Degrassi. It had bizarre looking colored blocks on the outside, but then she noticed all of its features, listed in the description. A media immersion lab, full-service cafeteria, and all classes taught by well educated teachers. Science fairs, drama clubs. This sounded very good.
"Mom," called Sadako. "What do you think of this one, Degrassi?" she pointed to the glossy picture of the rather humble looking school.
"Looks nice. We'll send them your application, and if they accept you, you'll be going next semester...that's in February." said her mother. "You'll have lots of time to get prepared and get new outfits. I'm sure they'll accept you; you've had straight A's since kindergarten." her mother warmly smiled at her.
"Good." said Sadako, and her mother once again left.
The next day at school, Sadako walked up the tiresome stairs and to her science homeroom. Once again, paper balls were thrown at her with cruel notes written inside, like, "stupid fat bitch", and "fatass hoe". Her teacher had given up on discipline, and began to ignore everything since the students were so out of hand. These notes were unrealistically mean, but she tolerated them. Sadako only opened a few of these notes last year, in grade 8. Now she was smarter, and she just ignored them and listened to the morning announcements.
"Hey chubba-town. Can I get some fries with that Big Mac?" asked a girl with her group of friends, laughing hysterically. Sadako carried on and went to her locker. She pulled out her technology workbook and locked up her locker. A new scrawl had been carved on the door. "BIG bitch" it read. Once again, she ignored this and walked away. When she was downstairs, and about half way to her tech class, an announcement went over the P.A.
"Would Sadako Mei please come to the office with her things? Sadako Mei, please come to the office with your things." the secretary butchered her name, but Sadako knew it was for her. She walked upstairs again, hurting and out of breath.
When she got her things from her locker, her mother was waiting for her at the office. "Hello, Dako." she said. "I sent Degrassi an e-mail with a recommendation letter from one of your teachers. They accepted you and want you to come next week!" she gushed. Sadako looked shocked, then exuberant. "I already cleared up the things with this school. Now we're going to go shopping." her mother grinned. Sadako grinned even more.
"What should I do with my books?" asked Sadako quietly. She was so surprised she almost lost the gift of speech.
"Oh, just put them there." said a teacher, gesturing to the counter.
"Thank you." said Sadako. "Goodbye." Luckily, the principal was there. It was at least a bit more of a memorable goodbye. But then again, she never really bonded with Sadako, and she said goodbye rather boorishly. "Mm. Bye." she said, and waved off Sadako. 'Bitch,' thought Sadako. 'Oh, well, she'll probably have a heart attack from stress anyway.' Sadako smiled at this thought.
As Sadako walked out of the school, thinking about her week off and her shopping spree, the sun sparkled over the pavement, concrete, and the little grass that thrived in front of the school. It was welcoming her to her new adventure. But the thought ached inside her head; would this be for better or for worse?
She was fat. There was no other word for this; she was 15 and cellulite was almost forming on her thighs. Her facial features were lost in a sea of baby-like cheeks. Even if she had lost weight, she would still be only mildly attractive. She already knew what she looked like when she was thin. When she was 9, she was diagnosed with hypothyroid, a thyroid condition that made her gain weight. She couldn't even try to be anorexic, bulimic, or exercise. She just had to follow along with the condition, and take the medicine that did nothing for her but keep her alive.
Her coarse, mahogany colored hair was always primped, being kept in tip-top condition. She dyed it only a year ago. Her mother always bought her beautiful cosmetics. She had manicured, clear-coated nails that were elegant and clean. Her eyelashes were naturally dark and curled. Her eyebrows had a beautiful arch to them. But even if she tried to use false beauty, she was fat. And she would never lose weight.
Each day at her ghetto-school, she was taunted by most everyone. Sadly, all the children only bonded with their own races. There were very few Asian, or even light skinned, girls there, and they already gained their reputation for being thin, perfect, and stuck up. Even so, they were overlooked by everyone, anyway. You see, Sadako, for that was her name, never really had friends. When she had moved to this highschool, it was even worse. She lost contact with her one friend.
So she desperately tried to fit in, and failed.
"Sadako," her mother said that Thursday. "I need to talk to you." she gently opened the white oak door. Sadako was on her bed, reading her textbook. Her academics were really the only things she had potential for. 'Oh, great.' thought Sadako. 'I hate it when I need to be talked to. It's always the end of the world.'
"Me and your father have decided we'd like to transfer you to a different school." said her mother. "Here's a list of the schools you're eligible for. There's too much gang-violence at Centre Wellington."
Her mother left the room as peacefully as she had entered. And Sadako was quite pleased. Maybe she could have a second chance at social activity. Maybe there wouldn't be so much rejection at this school. She opened up the pamphlet listing all of the English speaking highschools in her area. There were a few French ones, but she didn't want to have to learn French and rearrange her life.
A picture of each school was nestled next to its address and description. "Bell High School, Brocklehurst Secondary, Centennial Academy, and Degrassi School, grades 6-11." she mouthed silently. There was the picture of Degrassi. It had bizarre looking colored blocks on the outside, but then she noticed all of its features, listed in the description. A media immersion lab, full-service cafeteria, and all classes taught by well educated teachers. Science fairs, drama clubs. This sounded very good.
"Mom," called Sadako. "What do you think of this one, Degrassi?" she pointed to the glossy picture of the rather humble looking school.
"Looks nice. We'll send them your application, and if they accept you, you'll be going next semester...that's in February." said her mother. "You'll have lots of time to get prepared and get new outfits. I'm sure they'll accept you; you've had straight A's since kindergarten." her mother warmly smiled at her.
"Good." said Sadako, and her mother once again left.
The next day at school, Sadako walked up the tiresome stairs and to her science homeroom. Once again, paper balls were thrown at her with cruel notes written inside, like, "stupid fat bitch", and "fatass hoe". Her teacher had given up on discipline, and began to ignore everything since the students were so out of hand. These notes were unrealistically mean, but she tolerated them. Sadako only opened a few of these notes last year, in grade 8. Now she was smarter, and she just ignored them and listened to the morning announcements.
"Hey chubba-town. Can I get some fries with that Big Mac?" asked a girl with her group of friends, laughing hysterically. Sadako carried on and went to her locker. She pulled out her technology workbook and locked up her locker. A new scrawl had been carved on the door. "BIG bitch" it read. Once again, she ignored this and walked away. When she was downstairs, and about half way to her tech class, an announcement went over the P.A.
"Would Sadako Mei please come to the office with her things? Sadako Mei, please come to the office with your things." the secretary butchered her name, but Sadako knew it was for her. She walked upstairs again, hurting and out of breath.
When she got her things from her locker, her mother was waiting for her at the office. "Hello, Dako." she said. "I sent Degrassi an e-mail with a recommendation letter from one of your teachers. They accepted you and want you to come next week!" she gushed. Sadako looked shocked, then exuberant. "I already cleared up the things with this school. Now we're going to go shopping." her mother grinned. Sadako grinned even more.
"What should I do with my books?" asked Sadako quietly. She was so surprised she almost lost the gift of speech.
"Oh, just put them there." said a teacher, gesturing to the counter.
"Thank you." said Sadako. "Goodbye." Luckily, the principal was there. It was at least a bit more of a memorable goodbye. But then again, she never really bonded with Sadako, and she said goodbye rather boorishly. "Mm. Bye." she said, and waved off Sadako. 'Bitch,' thought Sadako. 'Oh, well, she'll probably have a heart attack from stress anyway.' Sadako smiled at this thought.
As Sadako walked out of the school, thinking about her week off and her shopping spree, the sun sparkled over the pavement, concrete, and the little grass that thrived in front of the school. It was welcoming her to her new adventure. But the thought ached inside her head; would this be for better or for worse?