Two years later...

"Hurry Up Em" My brother called, a mischievous smile on his face as he bundled up the stairs.

I grumbled something incoherent as I hauled my pink suitcase up the wide staircase of our new house. "Just because I'm smaller Josh, doesn't mean I'm stronger."

It's true, I worked hard last year, to burn off the fat. I'm different now. My blonde hair is shoulder length and I can now go shopping without the embarrassment of buying XXL sized clothes. I'm a whole new person. We decided to move away soon after I made the choice. The memories were too bad for me: I can still hear their jeers and laughs. They didn't know that I would transform. That my mere caterpillar form had come out of its cocoon emerging into the world ans a beautiful butterfly. I smirk as I pull my suitcase inside my room, I can still see their faces when I walked into the classroom that day: girls glaring and boys staring. Even though I wouldn't admit it, I enjoyed causing them pain, I enjoyed seeing their faces. I am dressed today in a  dress with floral skirt and denim top. The popular girls always seem to feel good about themselves in dresses and I guess I learnt that looking good on the outside helps you feel good on the inside. 

I flopped on to my bed, no longer feeling the bed dip that deeply. I was always scared that the bed would break or the chair would crumble and that the three bears would chase me. My room was painted a magenta and sky blue colour. Mostly empty, it reflected me in so many ways: Only with a wardrobe, bed, table and full length mirror, it highlighted that they were the bones and foundation. Junk reminded me of the countless days that I would snuggle up with Nandos or pizza and laze around. It suggested a past I couldn't handle. A past that I didn't want to remember.

There wasn't much fun in moving houses and I ached for a day that he would write. I finger the locket with his note:

Don't hate yourself. The only reason your bigger is just because your body couldn't fit your awesome personality inside a small little human.

-Ty

Who was he? Ty. The name sent shivers down my spine. More than two years since I had heard from him: an enigma. He was my only comfort. How can you lose you friend but still have him there? Maybe he really was gone for good. Maybe he only knew me as Fatso Em. It was what I would always be. I ran a hand through my hair and stared at myself in the mirror. My dark rimmed eyes made the grey colour stand out and my hair hung down in curly locks, tickling the tops of my arms. Would I always be the old fat girl or would I give off the wrong impression. I sighed' "You need to buy more make up Em. With the amount you have now, it seems like you don't know how to dress all by yourself." I turned to open the curtains. Sunlight poured through the windows but a piece of paper blocked some of the view outside.I frowned and picked it up:

Smile, it's the best make up a girl can wear...

-Ty

Hope you liked the chapter!!! Comment to tell me what you think about it. The picture is Cara Delevigne who plays Emma in this story and the outfit she wears.

All the best,

Saudi Araybia

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