Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you
Even when I know you're wrong?
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance
Five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had, and me?
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself?
And did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day?
And did you fall for a shooting star?
Fall for a shooting star?
And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there
Dear Diary,
I can't do it anymore. I know that millions of teenagers all over the world have the same problems as I do and I know I sound so petty. But I can't bear existance anymore.
Someone's been spreading rumours about me through the school. People know about my asthma and make me run. They tell me I'm late for my next class and force me to run. When I arrive, breathless, I tend to discover I'm ten minutes early and have just made a massive fool out of myself. Other people think it's funnier to levitate me and hang me from a chandiler before walking away as I beg for mercy. If Hermione is in the corridor, she always lets me down, scolding the bullies. It feels good when she defends me but her appearances are few and far between. She's much too busy training Harry Potter to help me down from hooks. Usually I'm left hanging there until the collar on my robe rips and I fall on the floor. This is the point when I end up being late for class. My detentions are mounting up and I barely have time to even glance at homework before I'm pushed to some other picky teacher. And the bullying gets worse and worse. Since yesterday, it has become common knowledge amongst all students (minus Hufflepuffs, who really don't care) that I'm now classified as overweight.
I better explain this one otherwise it won't make much sense. Since I last wrote in this diary, I've put on half a stone, making me overweight for my height. It's not that noticeable. At least I don't think it is... In my uniform, I feel normal but my freetime clothes feel a bit tight on my hips and stomach. On close examination, my cheeks are a bit chubbier and my pair of jeans don't fit at all anymore. Being overweight is horrible. The jeers and taunts from skinny Slytherins make me feel like a huge balloon. I feel ill all the time. Sometimes, my stomach cramps and aches for hours and other times, I just want to throw up all over everything. But for some reason, I can't stop eating. No matter what I do, I'm always always hungry. Maybe I should stop going to the Great Hall at mealtimes. Watching tables of people glaring at me whilst I eat is not helpful.
The Yule Ball's coming up but I don't want to go. I've got no date since Santana left me and I don't want people noticing how fat I am. Good thing there's a Hogsmede trip soon. People are too busy buying presents for their loved ones to watch me drink cup after cup of over-sweetened coffee.
Santana's got herself a date to the Yule Ball. I don't know his name but she seems to be really sweet with him. 'Good for her' I tell the taunters that smear it in my face. But I can't help wishing that it was me.
I've got to go. Class is starting and I think I might puke.
Yours always,
Edmund.
