My early days in high school were never good.   I’m always the loser in our class; they even branded me a name, “Fat ass Stacey”.  Whenever the name calling gets too much, I just sit in the corner of our toilet and cry.  Whenever I take my recess, I eat my snacks at the toilet.  The Toilet became my friend and my escape to reality in times of my pain and grief.

I isolate myself from the people that surround me, but I never like to be in this kind of situation because I don’t want to be alone in my life.  I’m so sick and tired to be left alone; people always hurt me so badly, I can no longer stand the pain they inflict in me. There’s this one time I was so hurt I wish they just kill me.

Our JS prom is coming.  I have a crush on this guy, how I wish he would ask me to be his date.  My friends have dates already. I’m hoping he’ll ask me soon.

I saw this dresses in a boutique the other day.  I’m just saving enough money to buy it.  I just really hope he’ll ask.

But on second thought, with date or without a date, I’m not missing this prom for a lifetime.   I think it’s time to show them who the real “Fat Ass Stacey” is.   

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