Okay, quick a/n. Guys. 200+ reads in about a week? It doesn't seem like much to some people, but for me that's a lot. Thank you guys so much. Here's an update for you. Happy Halloween! 👽👹
~Cas

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I walked into school on the first day of my sophomore year, wanting to make an impression. The general consensus among the students was that I was anorexic because I was 'too skinny.'

A year later, junior year. I've changed quite a bit. No more made up anorexia here. And believe me, I ate plenty last year. I just couldn't gain weight. I figured out how though. It worked, finally.

I stride in the doors, my blue backpack slung over one shoulder. It fell off. Did I mention I'm a klutz?

I bent over to pick it up, but one of the 'popular' girls, Emily, ran over and grabbed it first. I expected her to run off, but she just handed it to me.

"I don't want you to fall over trying to reach it," she giggled. "Then you might not be able to get up again." She ran back to her friends, cracking up.

Was that... a fat joke?

Success.

I mean, it wasn't even a good one, but I've been made fun of for being underweight for so long, I relished the new attention. I was no longer that super skinny girl, I was healthy - or at least more so. It made for a pleasant change. Of course, those don't last long. They never did.

Still, for the first few weeks I was happy. I didn't hear one crack about how skinny I used to be. All people said about me was how I'd gained weight. I was very pleased, so much so that I didn't even realize that I'd lost most of my popular friends.

They had been with me because I was skinny.
I realize that now, and it's a bit upsetting. Some people... Still, I have my real friends. Olivia got a new boyfriend recently, but she still has time for me and our friends. Lydia is still in most of my classes, and we go for lunch sometimes. And Damien... well, Damien is something else.

See, he's still my friend, but I'm pretty sure he makes more jokes about my weight than anyone else. They're not offensive really, it's just his nature to be joking around, so I don't mind much. Still, once in a while it gets to me.

My mom, on the other hand, is a bit pissed that I've gained too much weight. She just wants me to be normal. Hate to break it to you mom, but I'm a letter short. Normal. The 'L' is key, just so you know.

So pretty much my life for a month now:

1) fewer friends
2) my mom's pissed
3) school

Pretty much, it sucks. And I'm gonna fix it.