Chapter 1
So Im starting again and rewriting the book as there were so many misakes in the fist book. But the idea was well liked, so here is my second attempt at this book writing thing . I hope you all enjoy the changes I made hppy reading.
Chapter one
The beginning
*SIX YEARS AGO*
Tabitha was 12, and it marked her first day of grade 7. She should have felt thrilled, but instead, a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach, making her feel nauseous. As she gazed into the mirror, she noticed her long, wavy blonde hair and full lips painted a deep pink. Her small nose sat atop her round face, and her eyes, so dark in their blue hue, appeared almost purple. Turning to the side, she caught sight of her backside, which protruded from her body as if two balls were hidden beneath her skirt. She scowled and frowned, then glanced at her chest, letting out a frustrated moan. Her breasts were easily twice the size of her classmates', making them impossible to conceal. Why, oh why, couldn't she be like the other girls her age? she thought sadly.
Attending a private school meant all the kids wore uniforms. The girls donned white shirts tucked into plaid skirts, complete with matching coats, knee-high white socks, and black flat shoes. The boys wore similar attire, but their pants were a single color, unlike Tabitha's plaid skirt. Her white shirt strained at the buttonholes, stretched by her breasts pressing against the fabric. Her parents had yet to buy her a new shirt, and whether her coat was buttoned or not, it did little to conceal her figure. Defeated, she slumped, exclaiming, "Why, God?" in the bathroom. "Why am I fat, and now this? What did I do to deserve this?" She sighed, finding it hard enough to be the overweight girl, but now she had to deal with two monstrous growths on her body. Being pretty didn't seem to help either. With a heavy heart, she realized that no matter how much she wished or hoped, her body was changing, and staring at it wouldn't make a difference.
She looked at her face, acknowledging her beauty, She noticed the disfigured scar on the side of her face and frowns. Quickly, she pulls her hair to conceal it; she has mastered hairstyles that hide the area where her skin is puckered and marred, right next to her ear, ensuring it remains covered. Earlier this summer, her parents had been drinking and throwing a party. Tabitha, trying to stay out of their way, unfortunately failed when her father shouted at her to clean the kitchen. In her clumsiness, she dropped his favorite cup, shattering it on the floor. In a fit of rage, he threw hot oil from a spoon onto her face, resulting in the melting of her skin on that side. She should be grateful it was near her ear, shivering at the thought of it being closer to her eye. Naturally, she wasn't allowed to see a doctor, which led to an infection that caused the wound to heal in a jagged, puckered manner. According to her parents, the infection was her fault, and thus she deserved the scar. Never mind that Tabitha had a low white blood cell count, meaning her body struggled with colds, flus, or infections, she thinks ruefully. Hearing her mother yell for her to get her fat ass out the door, Tabitha quickly exits the bathroom, grabs her backpack, and rushes out before she has to endure more of her mother's curses.
As she strolls along the sidewalk, she imagines having gathered her lunch for school, with her mother joyfully giving her a hug and a kiss before she steps out the door, her mother beaming and waving goodbye, wishing her luck on her first day at school. But that's merely a daydream, not the reality.
As she makes her way to school, the September morning air is refreshingly cool. She walks about two blocks when she spots her best friend waiting at the corner. Shane, her fabulous bestie, is the same age as her, and they've been attending school together since kindergarten. "Heyyyyy girrrrrrlll," he exclaims, sashaying in front of her. "Holy hell, you got some booooty!" he teases, catcalling her.
She blushes, responding softly, clearly embarrassed, "I know," she whines, "between my chest and ass, I could have kept the Titanic afloat."
Shane frowns, saying, "Don't start that shit. Bitch, you're beautiful."
"Yeah," she replies, "and fat, as my mother reminds me every day."
Once again, Shane scowls, this time smacking her arm. "Don't say that shit about yourself, and your mother is a bitch," he insists. She nods, mumbling, "Sorry."
As they continue their walk to school, chatting about various topics, laughing and teasing each other, Tabitha feels grateful for Shane; he brightens her days. They finally arrive at the schoolyard and cross the playground. Suddenly, she is forcefully shoved against a tree, her face crashing into the rough bark, scraping her nose and mouth, which begin to bleed. She moans in pain, her vision momentarily blurry. Dazed, she shakes her head, but before she can react, she feels two hands pinning her arms down. She hears someone sneer, "Well, look at that, the fat girl's body finally joined the rest of her." Kahryn hisses in her ear, while his twin brother stands in front of her, agreeing, "Yeah, it sure did," his gaze fixated on her chest, which, thanks to Kahryn holding her arms down, is thrusting out towards him, the buttons straining to stay closed. Kohl licks his lips.
Shane attempts to shove Kohl away, exclaiming, "What the hell!" But before he can utter another word, Kohl lands a punch squarely on his mouth, sending him sprawling to the ground. "Shut it, sissy," Kohl retorts, glancing back at Tabitha. He pinches her left breast, and at her grimace, he chuckles. Then, his brother releases her, and Kohl seizes her face, forcefully pushing her down. "Looks like Miss Piggy here needs our attention this year," they smirk, exchanging high fives before turning their gaze back to her, still grinning. "And we shall, we shall give her all the attention she could possibly desire." With that, they stroll into the school, still laughing as they walk away. She couldn't fathom why they were there; they were older than her, and this year she wasn't supposed to be in the same school as them. They were in high school now, while she was just in grade 8. So what the hell were they doing here? It turns out that every day, they would wait for her in the playground. As she crossed the schoolyard, the twins would always show up, pushing, hitting, or pinching her, never allowing her to forget about their presence—her twin tormentors. God, how she despised them.
