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Laila
I woke up the next day from my alarm clock beeping loudly in the room. Groaning as I woke up, I accidently fell on the floor with a loud boom. My dad must have heard me because he barged in the room and grabbed me by my hair.
"Hey fatty, can't you see I am sleeping in there ?" he said gripping my hair. All I could do is whimper which made his grip tighter.
"Sorry. I fell." he slammed me back on the floor and I cried as I walked to the bathroom. He is too harsh.
I turned my shower head on hot and hopped in the shower. I came out the shower and creamed up and got dressed. I put on my pink shirt with gray sleeves that says 'I am pretty.' and my black skinny jeans and to top it off my pink converses.
As I walked to the mirror, I decided to put on makeup. I put on some foundation with some lip gloss and little bit of mascara. I walked to my body mirror I looked like a different person. No stomach, no huge legs and no plump arms. I grabbed a sausage and cheese sandwich from the store and got in my BMW. Arriving to school, I ate in the car.
If I had ate in school, they would call me fat. Walking in the school, people kept calling fat and ugly. I really didn't care because God made me pretty in my own way. Grabbing my books from my locker, I slammed into this boy making all my stuff fall.
"Sorry. I didn't see you standing there." I said picking my stuff up. He came and helped me.
"It's okay." he said. This was Jason, the cutest boy in the school. He was like a lightskin version of Trey Songz. I didn't notice I was daydreaming until he put his hands in my face. I grabbed my stuff and rushed to class.
I like to sit in the back because I sat in the front they would laugh at me.
Jason
"Was that Laila, the fat girl you just helped ?" Greg said.
"Yes. And leave her alone." I said getting defensive.
"Aight nigga damn." he said putting his hands up. We walked into Health, our first subject. Then I seen her in the back. The seat next to her was empty. So I sat down next to her. She seen me and turned away.
"Hey Laila."
"Hey." she said hiding her face.
"Your pretty." I said moving her hands from her face.
"Thank you." she tried to move her hands but I was stronger. She starting blushing.
"Ok class." Mrs. George said. "We will be doing a group project together. For girls and boys." She had her hands on a box and opened and it was a baby.
The class groaned and oohed. I had to be partners with Laila since we were sitting next to each other. It was a baby girl.
"What should we name her ?"
"How about Rachel ?" she said.
"That is a nice name." I said smiling and she smiled too.
"It was my mom name before she passed away." she said as her smile disappeared.
"Oh. I'm sorry." I said patting her back.
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