Hi, my name is Kwon Yuri, I'm 14 years old, and a freshman at SONE high school.

Today is an average morning for me, I wake up, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and go to school.

I head out and started walking towards my old maroon car. I reached in my pocket to pull out my keys, but I didn’t feel the familiar metal object. I let out an annoyed groan when I realized that I left it in my room.

"Ah , now I'm going to be late for school!" I cussed out loud.

I looked up at my window and whined, stomping my feet at the ground.

"Arg, I wish I had a Butler or something. I don’t wanna go back up stairs." I complained as I dragged my body back to the front door.

After 12 exhausting steps, I took a moment and paused to regain my breath.

"And I wish I wasn't fat too!" I added while panting.

Oh yeah, did I mention I was 357 pounds? Yup. I'm like a big breathing ball of blubber. I didn't want to be this way--TRUST ME, but it just... happened because of someone.

I looked at the watch and I knew I had to hurry since I didn't want to gain people's attention from my big size.




 

After 37 minutes, I finally got my keys. After 20 minutes, I finally reached my car. Horrible right?

I wiped the sweat off my face and checked the time on my phone. I noticed it took me 57 minutes just to get my keys and come back.

*Damn I'm sooo fat*

"! It's already halfway through 2nd period!!" I gasped. I was really late for school.

I got in the car and drove to school as if my life depended on it.


School was very important to me. I feel like thats the only way to even keep my existence alive, was by my grades and scores on tests.

 

I ran to the front doors of the school and saw a familiar figure at the front desk.

"Yo Shindong!" I called him while waving my hand at him. He looked at me and shook his head.

"Your late Ms. Kwon" he sighed while giving me my personal elevator key.

"And how many times do I have to tell you, it's Mr. Shin, not Shindong. We’re still in school Ms. Kwon" he scolded, I placed the key in my pocket.

"YEAH whatever, bye Shindong!" I waved at him. I saw him smile and shake his head while going back to work.

I reached the door of my classroom and opened it. The room became silent and many turned their eyes on me. Some started laughing and whispering to the person next to them, probably gossiping about me, but I really don't care.


I quietly started walking to my seat, trying to avoid all eye contact with my so called 'Class-mates.'

 

But one person has always caught my attention, in a bad way.

She's the girl who always bullied me since middle school, the one that made me lose confidence, the one that used to beat me up, her name was Jessica Jung.