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Monday....
Today's Monday. I hate Monday. Not cause it's the first day of the week, just because I have to face EVERYONE. I don't like people. All people ever do is judge me. Some people judge me because I'm brown-skinned, some people judge me because I'm mixed race, some people judge me because I'm fat and some people judge me because I'm just Me.
My name's Andrew. Andrew Lopez. No I'm not a boy, I'm a 17 year old girl. I go to Sumnertuck highschool and I'm a senior. I should be excited about that but for some unknown reason, If i could, I'd go back to the seventh grade. After all, I was happier back then
I woke up this morning the way I always do, hungry. I could smell the sizzling crisp bacon and soft, succulent chocolate chip waffles my mom was making all the way downstairs. Which by the way is quite a distance seeing as how I live in a three story mansion. Sometimes i feel like I have a super power. Almost like a sixth sence that gives me the 'ability' to smell and taste food from atleast a mile away. Anyway, I should get out of bed. All this food talk is making me hungry-er.
I got out of bed then went into my bathroom to brush my teeth while i started to run myself a bath. After i brushed my teeth with my blue and red stripped toothbrush that my grandpa gave me for my birthday when i was like 13 (I realise that's super unhygienic) ,I grabbed my pink "Fairy dust bath bomb" from my medicine cabinet and watched it explode as i dropped it into the bathtub. I've always hated the shower. Something about getting clean while standing sort of just creeps me out.
After my bath i grabbed a towel and started to get dressed for school. I never like to get too dressed up for anything because as I said before, I'm fat. I hate everything about my body and the only thing i hate more than my body is the fact that I have the hardest time doing something about it. Today I grabbed my blue hoodie with its matching hat and converse with black leggings. I'm still surprised they have leggings in my size. When I was younger, most of the clothes I would wear were custom made. Yep, I'm a life long fatty.

When I walked downstairs, my mom was singing along to "Proud Mary" by Tina Turner. She loves Tina Turner. In all honesty, my mom is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her face is like the fire-gold glow of dawn, always sunkissed. She has long, wavy jet black hair with the perfectly imperfect plump pink lips. And when she smiles, oh, her smile has the ability to make Donald Trump allow immigrants into the country. My mom is the dictionary definition of a black goddess. And, I hate her for it. I feel like she's everything I'm not. If i was Tupac, she'd be Eminem. If i was Rihanna, she'd be Whitney Houston.
"Morning Andy", she said as she placed a fresh batch of banana bread on the kitchen table. (I hate when she calls me Andy)
"Good morning mother", I replied
"Andy, I want you to call me mom"
I ignored her and the annoyingly gorgeous smile on her face wiped away. Finally. After I had my breakfast, which consisted of five slices of banana bread, a full plate of bacon, eight waffles, a homemade chocolate milkshake and a bowl of whipped cream ( i know i eat alot. Thats why im fat), I grabbed my car keys and headed to the hell hole I call 'school'.
My highschool's not so different from the regular clichés. Actually, my highschool's everything but unique. Theres the usual jocks, the nerds, the basket cases and of course,the people you swear you would kill for, just to be a part of their 'squad', the plastics. My school has five; Cassidy, Chloe, Crystal, Camilla and Kayla. If you didnt already notice, kayla's kind of the 'head mean girl' of the entire school. The only thing is, she's also one the sweetest people I know.
***Here's a little background on Kayla Mitchell: Her dad's our school gym teacher, she never talks much about her mom (some pepole say she's dead), she's from texas and oh, she's crazy beautiful. Imagine a tall, slender,blonde, blue-eyed swimsuit model (if you just pictured gigi hadid, you're overthinking). ***
"Hey Abigail, how are you?", she said with the biggest smile
"My name is Andrew", I replied
"Oh, my bad. You look really pretty today". (I can never tell if she's teasing me or actually being nice. I replied anyway)
" Thanks Kayla"
There was a little bit of awkward silence for atleast a good 3 minutes and then she said something that could possibly change my life and reputation in this school forever.
" A couple of friends of mine are having a party tonight to sort of, kick-off the year. Wanna come?"
I was so shocked that she invited me. But I was even more shocked by my response to her request;
"Yeah sure"
After I responded, she gave me an invitation card. Luckily, it said I could bring a plus one. I already knew my plus one was gonna be my best friend Bianca.
Bianca and I met on our first day of freshman year, I guess the only REAL reason we even gave each other the time of day was because we're the only 2 mixed race females in the entire school so we both felt like we had to stick together. I love her alot, even though she always says she 'relates' to my body but in reality. She SO doesnt relate.
***Here's a little background on Bianca Butcher: Her mom's Australian and her dad's Zambian, they met on a flight to Paris and they fell in love so quick that Bianca was conceived on that very flight. She has a shapely body, very imp-thin and wasp-waisted. She also has an 'hourglass figure'. Long story short, she's gorgeous***
I rushed into my first class which was Chemistry. I HATE chemistry. The fact that I need to know the chemical composition of Ethanoic acid completely boogles my mind. I mean, At what point in time will I ever need to know the types of chemical bonding? It's not like that's what a priest will ask me on my wedding day. Gosh.
After Chemistry I had Literature, Math and Biology back to back with a pop quiz on the types of enzymes (ugh). Atleast it's my favourite time of the entire school day now, it's lunch. I got my books and put them in my locker, took out my packed lunch, then headed to the cafeteria where I saw Bianca already seated eating her cheesy fries with bacon bits. So i went to join her. "Hey bestie", she said excitedly, "Whats for lunch?"
"Nothing too crazy. Just tacos, barbeque wings and fries"

Bianca gave me a look. A look as if she was telling me, "You're making yourself fatter" with her eyes. Bianca's never called me fat. I think she doesn't wanna hurt my feelings but, I know I'm fat and besides, I already hate myself everyday for it.
I took three bites of my first taco and it dissapeard. Almost like magic. Then i had the rest of my taco's and in exactly 2. 5 minutes, I was done with all five (I told you i had a superpower when it comes to food). As i chugged my bottle of water down my throat, I remembered that i was going for a party tonight so I grabbed the invitation from my back pocket and tossed it at Bianca. She gazed at it with a puzzled face. "Did you steal this?", she asked.
"No, I didn't steal it. It was given to me by Kayla. She invited us"
Bianca laughed for a little
"Wait, Kayla invited YOU and I to a college party?"
"What?", I asked in curiosity, "I didn't know it was a college party", i whispered. At this point, I didn't know what to do. Should I go for this huge, outrageous COLLEGE party and be the fattest, ugliest girl there? Or should I just go home and slit my wrist with a blade like I akways do? I guess I could go. Question is, Am i brave enough?
