This is an extention for the one-shot :) Have fun kiddies.


So Summer had put on a bit of weight. She was still gorgeous and beautiful, still not fat at all. According to her. But apparently, not according to the guys sitting on the bench in the hall.

She walked passed them, in a red skirt and tight black-and-grey stripped off-the-shoulder top. She had always been a little shy of herself when walking passed guys alone. A little too big-headed when walking with her friends. But when she wasn't, she was deflated, always walked with her head down, her hands clenched, and her shoulders slouched. To them, always having more of a stomach, ugly posture and a hidden face.

She heard the laughter, and knew it was about her imediatly. Who wouldnt? So she walked a little quicker and tried to get to the end of the hall, passed ear-shot, and out of site. But she didn't expect what happened next, when the one sitting in the middle, short with dark hair, popular-ish and sporty, to call out ''fuckin' whale!''.

But she didn't do anything. She just put her head down farther, shuffled quicker, and got lost faster. What could she do? It was during class time, she'd just left physics to go to her locker and get her text book. Her friends weren't there to comfort her, no teachers to scold the boys. She couldn't tell the boys off herself, either. Anyway, Summer knew she was a whale anyway. She knew it, they were right.

That night, Summer went down to the computer loft. She broke a piece of plastic. She dug at her arm. And dug. Times 10. And finally, the plastic did something, showing a single tear of blood, one single droplet. Her arm was scratched up, now going swollen and puffy and pink. She knew she wouldn't see any results until the morning.