For Michael.
i copied your style! haha. didnt know what to write about. sorry for the crappy storyline. its so predictable. anyway. here's what you want. i delivered, now your turn. haha! the ending's kinda weird because i lost the whole plot. whatever plot there was in the first place. yeps. dont be too harsh with your comments ok? lol.
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It always amazed Alexa how the popular crowd had wanted to be her friend. she was not pretty, was not thin and she was not a cheerleader, like they were. Alexa, instead, was short and fat. Fat. That was something her mother never allowed her to call herself. She was only allowed to say that she was 'pleasently plump', as her mother would put it.
Alexa was very aware of her figure. Knowing she did not look anything like the tall and beautiful cheerleaders, nor had she their figure, Alexa remained quiet whenever her friends taunted her about her size. Also, wanting their approval, she would have done anything they asked her to.
Being rich, Alexa could afford to treat her friends with whatever they wanted. Be it a meal or a movie, or even a mp3 player for their birthdays, Alexa would go all out of her way to please them.
She was happy. She was accepted by the popular crowd. They let her sit with them at the popular table. They let her hang out with them after school. They even invited her to their parties, where only the privilidged were asked to attend. All she had to do was to put up with their constant downgrading remarks and listen to their commands. To Alexa, it was a good arrangement, and she was happy.
"You're fat, loser! Lose some weight and maybe I'll be your best friend."
"Buy clothes that fit you. You have the means to do so. Oh! I forgot. You can't fit any nice clothes, because you're fat!"
The disguised nasty comments from her friends affected Alexa. She wanted to be thin, like them. Putting her mind to it, she decided to go on a diet. Alexa ate one less meal a day.
Then two.
Then three.
And she soon stopped eating meals. Only a small morsel of food passed her lips each day. And the weight she wanted gone was shed. Still, the fat comments continued. Until one day, when the head cheerleader, and the queen bee of the popular crowd, noticed her amazing weight loss.
"Wow! You lost weight! Prom's in two days." she gushed, "Ryan, you'll go to the prom with her"
Her words was the final say, and they had no choice but to agree. Alexa was extremely excited. Of the few months the popular crowd had let her join them, she had developed a huge crush on Ryan.
The day soon came. Alexa waited for Ryan to appear. And he did, being the perfect gentleman. The night passed in a blur, and soon the time when the prom king and queen was announced. Naturally, the queen bee of the popular crowd had won the crown, her date for the dance being her partner.
Stepping up to say a few words, she spoke.
"And i want to announce the queen LOSER of tonight. . . it goes to. . ALEXA!"
Then, a cold bucket of green slime was dumped onto her head. People were laughing and jeering at her. It did not really affect her yet, she still thought it was just a joke. Until she heard the laughs from her so-called friends, and the comments.
"You thought we actually liked you? How naive can you get?"
"Like we would really be friends with such a loser. Losing weight still cant cover up your loserness."
And the worst shot came from Ryan
"You will always be a fat loser, and I'll never like a girl like you even over my dead body. I would rather turn gay."
Hearing the low blows, Alexa turned and ran out. Running as fast as she could, she reached her house in a matter of minutes. She locked herself in her toilet, and refused to answer the knock of her concerned mother, asking what the matter was.
Hours later, Alexa's mother decided that she should do something about her daughter. Finding the key to the toilet, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The sight before her left her shocked. Almost fainting from the sight, she broke down in tears. What had beheld her, was her darling daughter, pale from the loss of blood, sitting in the bathtub surrounded by blood.
On the floor a note was found:
I'm sorry, but i couldn't take it.
Maybe it was meant to be this way.
