Fuck. The bulge is still there. Bruised from god-knows-what but who cares.
Pinch. Pinch.
Why won’t it go away? Mondays suck. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Now where is that sweater? Fuck. It’s got a huge stain streaked across the collar. Smell. Who the fuck ate chocolate and hid it? Fuck. Must throw it away today. What to wear? Fuck I look fat in this. Need more clothes if I don’t wanna show up in school naked. Damn it! Pants too tight. Have I gained weight? Shit. Stupid machine is broken. Ouch my foot!
Cringe.
“Sandra! Are you dressed for school?”
No time. Blue shirt will do. Ok. Backpack, gum, gym gear and water bottle. Hell no. Pancakes. SICK. But oh so good. No, no breakfast today.
“Are you going to the gym today?”
“Yes Ma.”
“Make sure you go an hour on those machines. You want to look your best when your aunts come around.”
YesMawhateveryousay. Hey, did I tell you about the ‘A’ I got in English last week? Oh that’s right. You don’t care.
Time for school. AW! Stupid door! Shit. Big bruise. Must hide it.
Do I look alright in this? What’s he staring at? Stupid fucker. Can he see my stomach? Ok he’s gone. But just to make sure.
Tug. Tug.
Fuck. Can’t walk in these pants. Oh no. Here they come. Does my butt look big? I need some sunglasses and a wig somebody. Quick!
“Well well.. what do we have here girls? If it isn’t Miss Save-Free-Willie the Whale herself.”
Giggle sheepishly. Smile. Laugh along. That’s it. Don’t let it get to you.
Fuck I hate them.
“Where are you going this morning? I didn’t know they had a school for whales here.”
Quick. Must…get…away. Can’t let them see me cry.
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