As a kid I was always... chunky. I knew it, my parents knew it, and apparently all my pupils knew it too. But I never really thought of it as a problem. My mother would always say that I would, "grow out of it", and I believed her. My dad would tell me that when he was my age he was also on the stocky side, though I never saw any proof of it, but I believed that too.

It wasn't till 7th grade that I became fully aware that over-weight kids were insult magnets.

I remember it quite vividly to tell you the truth. I woke up early that day, positively giddy with excitement. I was now in Junior High, and I enjoyed school. I didn't have a lot of friends but I was happy with the small group I belonged too. I didn't have any previous enemies... not counting the 6th grade room pet, Donny the Dino... He was actually a lizard but we were stupid school elementary kids.

Anyway, it was time for lunch, and I was walking cheerfully down the hall when suddenly a boy pushed me into a group of beautiful girls. The boy's friends howled with laughter, and the girls scoffed, and one said,

"God, crush us, fatty."

I moved away from the girls, mumbling a now half-hearted, "sorry", and my eyes darted to the group of boys, high fiving each other. I looked to the boy who had shoved me, and I would never forget that smirk on his cocky face for as long as I live.

I nearly ran away with embarrassment, and decided to go search for my friends. It was strange. I hadn't seen them all day. I ended up sitting by myself against a wall by the soda machines, figuring my friends would get thirsty and finally spot me. I was sure they were hysterical, trying to find me. Yes, they were. Before I knew it the lunch bell rang, and I stood up from the ground, dusting myself off. I strolled over to a trashcan, and dropped my paper bag, mom had supplied with an apple, chocolate milk, and two tuna sandwiches. When I turned around, I walked right into a kid. I was about to say sorry when I realized who it was. It was the kid that pushed me earlier that day. I just lowered my head, and walked away when he grabbed my collar.

"Hey... kid." He eyed me evilly, and yanked me into his circle of friends, where they began pushed me around within the circle.

"What's your name?" He asked suspiciously friendly. When I didn't answer right away he pushed me harder, and I nearly knocked over one of the friends. They laughed, and continued to shove me around.

"What's your name?" He asked again, and stopped my spherical motion. He turned me around to face him, and he roughly fixed my shirt.

"S-Seth..." I said softy but clearly, hoping he would just stop once I gave him what he wanted.

"Did you say Heff?" He blurted, and the boys laughed sadistically.

"My name is Seth." I said firmly, and he eyed him.

"Okay..." He began calmly, "...Heff." He pushed me out of the circle, and kicked my foot, making me practically fall.

"This fatty loser thinks he can hang out with us..." He said rather loudly for everyone to here, and they did.

"Bye, Heff!" They all yelled pleasantly simultaneously, and laughed more.

I was nearly in tears, when I ran into the bathroom. I hadn't realized it was the girls' restroom but fortunately no one was in there. I was about to sneak out, when I heard a group of girls making their way to the bathroom.

I ran into a stall, locked the door, and hoped to God that they wouldn't notice me.

They giggled like one of them had just told a very humorous joke, and I unintentionally started to eavesdrop on their mindless chatter.

"Oh my god, have you seen Marissa Cooper yet?" one of the girls began, "...two words, Diane: Up chuck." The girl giggled a tad, and turned the sink fossett on low.

"No way. She's bulimic?" The other girl said, not sounding as shocked as she intended.

"Yeah, she is. She got so thin over the summer." The first girl said, turning the sink fossett off.

"She looks really good though. Luke was looking at her all day." The other girl said with a hint of jealously in her voice.

"She looks really good." The first girl said, emphasizing the "really" and then she added, "...let's go to class."

"Yeah." The other one said in agreement, and they existed the bathroom.

I just stood there, absorbing their dialogue. Marissa Cooper was bulimic. Isn't that when you puke up your food? Marissa was already thin, and beautiful, she didn't have to do that. I cautiously unlocked the bathroom stall, and made my way out of the bathroom. I was going to be late for class... on my first day. I ran down the hallway to English, and was thankful when I saw that the teacher was looking very unprepared and the class was caught up in conversing with one another to even notice me. I took a sit at the back, and waited for the teacher to start class.

The next two classes were pretty normal and uneventful but through each passing period the boy, whom I later found out was the infamous Luke, and his friend badgered me. The end of the day finally came and I couldn't be any happier. I dashed for my dad's car, and got in the passenger seat. He looked me over and should tell something was bothering me.

"Seth..." He began, and for a moment there I had thought he called me Heff. "...What's wrong?" I perked up at his question, and put a slight smile on my face.

"Oh, nothing..." I said coyly, and then added, "I just have a ton of homework on my first day... kind of a bummer." I looked to him and gave an Oscar Award winning ear-to-ear grin, and he believed it, and so did I.