Novel & Cerita Ugly Fat Girl

“Yes.” “Right?” Coach continued. “You girls really need to get her in line, alright? When one girl goes fat, it makes the rest look less appealing. You are a unit. You’re either all hot or none of you are.” He exhaled, long. “For now, it will have to do. Your tits might carry you through, Cynthia. Put some makeup on those marks, though. I can’t believe that Alpha-brat likes a fatty.” I dug my fingernails into my skin, humiliated. I felt so vulnerable, so ugly.

But I wouldn’t make the same mistake of trusting him again , it would be really stupid of me to think that this time he would stay around for good “ he won’t work for long” “ who knows , maybe he will “ turning to the street where Cruise you was located at the shoulder of the road , she said “ you might think that you are not good enough for him which in my opinion is definitely not true , you are extremely beautiful -“ “ for a fat girl” “ You are not fat “ she said simply “ you were never fat, Bella . You are normal this is how a normal girl should be , you don’t need a flat tummy like a super model because you are not interested in that are you now ? Having a bare minimum of fat is perfect

"How dare you!" She shot to her feet, her eyes burning with rage. She raised a hand to slap me, but I caught it mid-air, my grip tightening. Without hesitation, I yanked her hand away and delivered a sharp slap across her face. The entire cafeteria fell silent. "How dare you spread lies about me?" I snarled. "You think you’re the hottest girl in school because you suck and ride his cock?" I jabbed a finger in Abaddon’s direction, whose brows furrowed at my words.

“You're not allowed to eat anything till tomorrow's evening, you stupid glutton.” “You are so ugly, don't tell anyone I'm your mother.” “Where did you get this stupid figure from? You don't resemble me at all.” “You want love? Why don't you try getting five sizes smaller first.” “You ugly fat thing, when a pretty woman slaps you, you apologize first. Why? Because she's better than you.” “You really thought I would love a fat girl like you? I just used you to get closer to your friend. Get over yourself.”

I say to the girl huddled up in the corner. ‘why would the mafia gods bless me with a weak thing like her’ i think to myself as i watch her slowly stand. She gets up and does what I say never once looking up at me. Once she's done I grab her forearm and start pulling her out of the room. How could two of the most powerful men among giants in the underworld want this, she’s fat even though she’s pregnant she should be fit, she would be well kept and confident. This girl is anything but.

Two people look at each other, one of the tall and fat girls shook their heads hard, "Really no! But isn't that certain? How dare the ugly look! Can such heavy makeup barely cover her scary face? " Another sharp chin smiled mockingly, "The ugly eight still relied on no one to know what she looked like anyway, and said in front of others that she was actually beautiful, for fear of causing chaos to deliberately turn into such a thing! I don't know how she dared say that! " "Puff, presumably everyone is as foolish as her!" "There were also rumours that she was not only long disabled, but that the plastic surgery failed to disfigure, so she had to draw every day like a ghost!"

That is where Allie McAllister fits. She is a certified nerd. An acer. Her exams were either perfect or a couple of mistakes not higher than five. She is also poor, living with her mother in a dingy trailer down in the farthest part of the park where trailers were allowed to stay, rent free. Allie is a nobody and, according to teen popular standard-o- meter, Allie is straight up ugly because she wears hand me down clothes and her long, curly red hair is a mess. Not the kind that falls in the ‘hot mess’ category----just a bun that is actually called ugly.

One day when I was helping Kiera take a bath, there were nurses that I had hired, but I knew she felt most comfortable with me. I made Kiera sit on the stool as I prepared a bubble bath for her with her favorite rose-scented bath bombs. I gently slid her dress off her body, which seemed to barely cover her delicate skin. She lost so much weight that it hung off of her like a curtain. Her once shining skin now appeared pale and translucent, with marks of blue veins showing through. There are needles attached to her arms. She looked like a shell of her former self. But still smiling through the pain, she whispered, "I look ugly, right?" she mumbled, looking at herself in the mirror.

Blood was oozing from his knuckles, but he didn't stop. "This girl, this fucking badass girl is trouble! She's not here, but she's still in my mind. Oh, God!" He shrieked, clenching his hair, going insane. He was losing his mind as he couldn't understand what was happening to him.

I laugh. She is all serious. "Not really. I mean yeah I have family close and I do have friends, but I feel like the duff sometimes." "What in the hell is a duff?" "Oh, its "Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend." I look at her like she is insane. "Are you serious? You aren't ugly and you most definitly aren't fat! What do you weigh like 100 pounds!?"