A Taste Of Your Own Medicine
G R E E C E
“Of course, we will never forget, Miss Fattest and the Greasiest of all, Chasen Greece ‘Greasy Fatso’ Owens!!! A big hand please!” Heather’s high pitched voice was annoying as it continued to echo throughout the entire ballroom.
Everything and everyone around me seemed to be moving slowly until all of a sudden, I heard this ringing and prolonging sound in my ears. Right now, all sounds around me were muted, and I was experiencing excruciating agony all over the inside of my body. My heart began to pound in my chest as a result of the inexplicable pain. I recall the everyday struggle I had to overcome on my own in high school, their nonstop hysterical laughing and poking fun about my weight, and everything else they did to me for years on end
