Chapter 1

My name is Daphne Child and I am fat!

“DAPH! WAKE UP!”

Shut up!

“DAPHNE , LETS GO!”

Go away!

“Daphne,” my cousin said swinging my bedroom door open and peering in, “Get up. You have school, I gotta be in class in 25 minutes and it’s my responsibility to make sure you get to school on time. The last thing I need is another call from your principal.”

“I’m awake Andrew,” I said sitting up a little and taking a look at my cousin.

I lived with him. My mother kicked me out of her house six months ago and Andy thankfully gave me a place to stay, although I kinda wish he wasn’t such a morning person. He’s 20 years old and is in college. We live in a small two-bedroom apartment that’s nothing fancy, but we were simple people. We didn’t need a lot

“Don’t call me that,” Andy said grimacing at my use of his full name, “Anyways I’ve got to go. You get up now, get dressed and get your butt to school.”

God, he could be a lot like a mom. Well a REAL mom that is, not MY mother.

“Yea, yea, yea,” I said slipping out of the bed and stumbling into the small bathroom.

“I’ll see you later on tonight,” Andy said leaning against the door frame of the bathroom and making eye contact with me through the mirror, “I’ve got a class 3-7 so I probably wont see you until 7:30 - 8:00ish.”

“Okay, have fun,” I said in my tired, sleep deprived voice.

“Oh yea, nothing more fun than a four hour class of the Sociology of Sex,” he snarled.

I laughed inwardly, to tired to actually do it out loud.

Andy sighed and closed the bathroom door and I heard him stomp away and leave the apartment. I made my way over to the shower and turned it on to a nice hot temperature before stripping myself of my clothes.

Disgusting.

I’m not exactly one of the prettiest people in the world, and no, I’m not just saying that because I’m a size 6 bimbo who would give her left tit to be a size zero. I’m actually big, size 18 to be more specific. Although most people don’t really make a big deal about it I know what they’re thinking.

Look at that lazy fat chick. She probably just goes home after school watches TV and eats her feelings away. She obviously is lazy and doesn’t move very often. If I were her, I couldn’t be caught dead in public looking like that. I think I’d rather kill myself than look like that! No wonder her mom kicked her out of her house. She probably smells.

Even though my friends claim people don’t think this, I know they do. Why else would I get those stares? And why else at the supposedly beautiful age of 17 had a guy never asked me out? Simple. I was not attractive.

But there was nothing I could do about that now. I climbed into the shower and scrubbed away at my skin leaving it red and raw, just like I did every morning. Then I shampooed my long wavy brown hair. My hair was the only part that I liked about myself. It did what ever I wanted it to and it was the only thing on my body I could easily control.

After I got out of the shower I blow dried and straightened my hair then tiptoed back into my own bedroom and decided what I should wear today.

Why do you even care. No one will notice you anyways and if they do, it’s not gonna be positive.

I sighed and threw on some dark grey sweatpants and a Beetles t-shirt. Simple enough. I pinned back my hair and just as I started with my make up I heard a knock at the front door.

Only one person that can be…

“Come on in!” I yelled to Ben, my neighbour.

“Hey Daphne. You almost ready?” Ben asked as he walked into my room.

“Just about,” I said applying some eyeliner to my otherwise boring brown eyes.

I’ve known Ben for just about my whole life. His mom and my mom used to be best friends when we were younger so even though we didn’t get along back then, we were kinda forced to be around each other. Last year his mom died and that’s when we started getting closer, because I understood his loss. Heck, his mother was like a second mother to me. Ever since then we’ve been pretty close. It was after that that me and my mother started fighting more. I’d rather not talk about that though.

Finishing up my make up and turned around to look at Ben. He was fairly short for a guy, only about 5’6” which was still 4 inches taller than my 5’2” frame. He had short brown hair with blonde streaks in it which he usually liked to cover in a baseball cap of some sorts.

“Okay, I’m ready,” said smiling at him before he nodded and turned to leave the room. I followed behind him.

“Did you get that history homework done last night?” Ben asked turning to me as we got into his car.

“Yea, it was easy,” I replied sitting back and strapping my seatbelt on. Ben isn’t the best driver, so I always put my seatbelt on right when I’m with him.

“Well that’s easy for you to say miss history genius,” he snarled as he quickly backed out of his parking spot, put the car in drive and sped along, “So you gonna let me copy your work?”

“Well you have every other day this semester so I don’t see why not now,” I laughed.

“Well I’m sorry. You know history’s not my thing!”

“Then why do you take it?” I asked him, “You’re in grade 12, you’re smart and you have interests in science, why do you choose to take history?”

“Cause it’s my bullshit course,” he said simply, the one I can just copy off you for the whole semester and still get a high 80 in.”

Ben wanted to be a doctor. Has ever since he was a little boy and was trying to give me a “check up”. Yes, Ben was the little boy who played doctor and lured little girls from all over the neighbourhood to him. Looking back at it now and seeing that he still wants to be one is kinda crazy to see. I mean, I’m 17 and I still don’t know what I want to do exactly.

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically.

In no about 5 minutes Ben had got us unharmed to the school, (it would have taken a normal driver about 10). I grabbed my purse and book bag and stepped out of his car to be met with a hair raising screech.

“BEN!” cried Ben’s girl friend of three months, Piper.

Piper Monroe is 5’5” of pure evil! She’s your average sickenly cutsie teenage girl. She’s a complete twig weighing in at about 100 lbs, had short shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights that flipped out at the ends, bright blue eyes and was absolutely gorgeous.

Her daddy was a lawyer and made about a billion dollars a year for fighting with people which meant Piper got the best of everything and wasn’t afraid to shove it in other people’s faces. Especially mine.

“Hey babe,” Ben said giving her a hug and a quick kiss.

It made me sick to see Ben with such a stuck up snob. Ben had been with a lot of girls before, none for more than a week or so, so why Piper? Why does he choose to stay with the one girl I can’t stand?

“Hello Daphne,” Piper said in a cheery voice from her spot hanging off of Ben’s neck, “How are you?”

Oh sure you play nice now, but once Ben’s gone you’ll be all over my oversized ass with all kinds of nasty comments.

“I’m fine. Been really busy lately. You know, homework and such,” I answered her in a very monotone fashion.

That’s right Daph. Just don’t show emotion in front of her. After all, people with no emotion can’t be hurt right?

“Oh my gosh, I know what you mean. How hard was that English homework last night? Mr. Hall is totally brutal,” Piper said as the three of them made their way into the school, “So you still haven’t gotten your own car yet? I mean we are half way through our senior year. You would think that you wouldn’t have to bum a ride off Ben for the rest of your life.”

Well some of us don’t have daddies to buy us everything our hearts could imagine. Some of us don’t even have daddies at all.

“Well me and my cousin can’t really afford it so we just share the car, but he always needs it for school since his is further away and Ben offers to drive me anyways,” I said, “Why take 2 vehicles to school when you’re leaving from the same place and you can take one. I prefer to preserve the environment for as long as I possibly can.”

HAH!

“Oh that’s right, you don’t live with your parents anymore. It’s sad really. 17 is much to young to be living on your own. You must have done something really bad to get kicked out of your house,” she said with a smirk.

FUCKING BITCH!

“Piper, let’s go. I need to find Mikey before class starts,” Ben said grabbing Piper’s hand and dragging her around a corner, “See you in history Daphne!” he yelled back over his shoulder, leaving me alone and extremely pissed off in the middle of the hall way.

“What’s the matter with you?” someone asked, snapping me out of my trance, “You look like you just got slapped in the face.”

I turned to see one of my best friends, Is and Adrienne looking at me.

“It was nothing,” I said gripping the strap on my bag tighter and continued walking down the hall way with them following me to my locker.

“I’m thinking it was Piper,” Is said to Adrienne who replied with a short nod, “Why do you let her get to you Daph. You know that sooner or later Ben’s gonna dump her and you’ll never have to deal with him again.”

“She’s just another slut who likes Ben because he’s cute, got his own apartment and is actually going somewhere with his life, unlike the other losers we all date,” Adrienne added laughing.

I turned around and looked at my best friends. They were perfect, unlike me of course. Is (or Isabelle if you wanna get technical) was tiny. She had a small stature, just reaching the 4’11” line and weighing in at only about 110 pounds. She had long, beautifully curly dark brown hair that went down to about her bust line and enticing dark green eyes. Her skin was flawless, just like the rest of her. She was pretty. I was jealous.

Adrienne was also very skinny, only her frame stretched up to be about 5’10”. She had long curly hair, much the same as Is’ only it was blonde. Her eyes were a beautiful blue-grey and she was the envy of every girl at our school. A Barbie as I liked to refer to her as, not that I would ever say that to her face of course. Every guy wanted her and she knew it and loved it.

Why these two beautiful girls would ever be caught dead hanging out with me was something I will never understand. Maybe it’s because we’d been friends since before looks mattered and now it was just easier to keep me around. Maybe they just didn’t want to hurt my feelings. Whatever the reason was, they were crazy.

“I know. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. I’ll live,” I said after a while, “Well, I’ll live as long as I’m not late to English class again so I gotta jet. I’ll see you guys in art class.”

And with that I turned around and headed towards my locker, leaving my best friends behind me.

a/n: so like it so far? This story is very much so based upon my own life. My friends, my feelings and my struggle trying to live in a world where I'm big and surrounded by beaufiful tiny people. It may not be real, but it's seen through Daphne's eyes and it's how she sees the world, and it's how I see the world. Well hope you like it and please keep reading. this story means so much to me! REVIEW PLEASE!!