Chapter six

As soon as Ryan sprinted out of class, the bell rang.

The bell always signified the beginning of my misery because the bully would be waiting for me.

Vince would haunt me down in all the corridors and wouldn't rest until my life was miserable.

I gathered my books and half ran out of the classroom. Today if I was lucky enough, I would escape and go home without running into the bully.

Laughter and snickering filled my ears as I hurried my pace. Everyone in Maslow high school knew that if they were having a bad day, all they needed to do was poke my nose or watch me walk so they could laugh.

Not one laughter but multiple Snickers and jokes filled my ears as I walked past them.

I didn't blame them for laughing. I was wearing a long flare skirt that went below my knees. My top was tight, barely covering my fat stomach, and I was sweating.

To be honest, I looked like an old oversized grandmother living on a ranch.

As I hurried my pace praying for my luck, I felt the fat under my arm shaki