Novel & Cerita Ugly Fat Girl

I'm the head cheerleader for the Westbrook High football team. I couldn't walk through the front gate without a crowd closing in around me, and one candid photo could set the entire school message board on fire. Then I woke up one morning inside the body of the two-hundred-pound girl in my class, the one everybody called ugly. Our souls had traded places. She sent me a message. [Your good days are over, Corinna Vale.] [And let me be clear, this swap is permanent. From today on, everything people ever envied you for belongs to me!] [As for you, go rot in that body for me!] But I looked at the girl in the mirror and laughed out loud. She had only seen the shine on the outside. She had no idea

"Come and eat dinner! I'm probably sure you must be very hungry! Her mother stated as age rush to the dinner immediately. She have no idea that the food was ready. Oh gosh! She just feels so hungry this days. Just as she was about sitting down to eat.... An images suddenly display on her head. It was a girl, who was getting bully by her other fellow girl and where the incident is happening it's too far but close to her house. They were mocking the girl because she was ugly and truthfully.... She was with freckles face and pimples all over it which made her more ugly and judging by her appearance she seems like a poor girl. "Why do you keep getting on my nerves? Why can't you tell our teacher

“She will never be half the woman you are, baby.” “Oh please! That fat, ugly whore. She is three times the woman I am.” she cackled, a shot at how fat I was for sure. I remained frozen outside the door, trying with everything in me to gather my composure as they heckled me. “I can’t believe she ever thought you could love her after she turned into a goddamn whale.” Blair snickered between breathy moans. “She’s a naive, rich girl-born with a platinum spoon in her mouth. Girls like that are easy to get over on. I mean look at it this way, we got a great nanny out of the deal!”

And then she busied herself with her manicure, pedicure, and other stuff. After showering, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was white, her bosoms were big but her tummy wasn't taut nor chubby it was normal, her waist wasn't tiny but it was small, then she had hourglass-shaped hips and thick thighs. But the vicious scar on her ribs was a great reminder of her ugliness. Overall she looked fat. That's why her bullies call her fatty all the time. It's not her fault that she was this way. It was all genetic. She inherited this from her mother.

She hisses. "Okay. I'm sorry." Just as he's about to speak, Fatima cuts him off. "You're sorry? And you think everyone is as stupid as you are to think sorry can solve everything. That girl had freaking stiches in her private part! Why the heck would she need stitches if not for some insulated raccoon that can't control his sexual urges, raping her like the animal he is." Fatima seethes. She knows she's going overboard with all the insults and everything but he deserves it, he deserves every single one of it.

I adjusted my trousers and watched another boring match until it was time for the final match between Mila and a big fucking guy. Mila's hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing black leggings and a top that hugged her every fucking curve. Fucking hell, she is beautiful. How could I ever have been dumb enough to call her fat or whatever else the fuck I said. She was perfect—her big ass, her perfect boobs, and I even loved that fat upper pussy area. It would be the best fucking pillow to put my head on.

added the man. Instead of replying, however, the masked man simply turned to look out the window. ‘What an odd person…’ Thought the fat man to himself as he turned to look at the girl sitting opposite of the odd man. She wore black leather pants as well as a leather jacket. Quite frankly, the long-haired beauty resembled ‘black spider,’ a famous fictional movie character. While she definitely looked pretty, she also bore a cold expression on her face. “How about you, beauty? Do you want some biscuits?” asked the fat man with a smile.

" She even squeezed out a few fake tears, looking tragic and indignant. Her words were like a fuse that ignited the bomb in the room, causing it to erupt in murmurs. "Oh my God... He's top scorer in the whole province? He assaults a girl and still has the gall to throw a celebration? Absolutely disgusting!" "What kind of moral standards did his parents raise him with to end up with a kid like this? I'd be ashamed to call someone like him family!" "I came today thinking they raised a genius. Sure, he's smart, but he's rotten on the inside!" "This can't be real, right? I watched Steve grow up since he was a kid. He's always been quiet and honest. He doesn't look like someone who would do somet

Surrounded by grass, tall trees and a small bench with few vendors selling drinks. He has both of his palms cupped at the sides of his mouth. "Being fat isn't an insult, neither are you ugly!!" He screams. Very loudly and I find myself smiling. I stand there. Every pain, weight and pressure leaving me. "THANK YOU! AND YOU'RE NOT WEIRD" Like a jobless person, I scream back. Now, we've fully gathered quite the attention. People surround us. Some with cameras up. Looking between me, the fat girl, and him, the ginger-haired boy.

I couldn’t remember walking into the house last night… I just remembered the stares, the whispers, the laughter and Lucas' voice echoing in my ears, calling me fat, ugly, useless… right in front of everyone. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to push his voice out of my head... but it clung to me like a second skin. "What did I do to deserve this?" I thought to myself. "Where did I go wrong?" Dragging my feet, I walked to the tall mirror standing in the corner of the room. I stared at my reflection for a long time, longer than I ever dared to before. My eyes looked tired. My face… empty. Slowly, I lifted my oversized shirt and stared at the scar that curved across my stomach, the sc