Becky soon arises from her bed, and starts to waddle along to the bathroom like a penguin waddling along the pure white snow of Antarctica. As she wanders into the light of the four walls airy bathroom, she turns towards the sink still half asleep. Her hand reaches out to the glistening cold tap, then she reaches out for her toothbrush, places it under the running water. After she brushed her teeth, she closes her hands together in a shape of a cup, fills it up with freezing cold water, splashes it on her face only to find its Monday morning and she’s going to get bullied today. However, no one else knows apart from her, not even her mum. Thirty minutes later Becky walks out the door and up to the bus stop, the red bus shoots round the corner like a rocket blasting up into the early morning sky. By this time its 8.15am the sun is still shining onto her face, through the PVC window of the bus. DING! Another student presses the bell before their stop to get off. The bus stops and the doors slowly open, she steps off the bus and onto the pavement. Becky looked up and then down the street. There is no one to be seen, it was like a empty graveyard in fact there was more life in a graveyard, she figured she was early, so she walked up the road to the shops to buy some confectionary. Now she’s walking back down the road, the other students on the other side of the road are staring at this obese girl, which is Becky. They all stare and glance, but Becky takes no notice, its like she doesn’t even realise that they were looking at her.
As she approaches the big black gates of the school and by this time, there’s about 50 people looking at her massive frame, she can hear people talking and laughing about her but she just walks on. She can see people looking at her as she opens the old wooden doors to the foyer; the other people get a whiff of her B.O and a urine smell coming from Becky, as she makes her way down the corridor, she turns to her form class but she hears something behind her “What a disgusting smell”. She glances at the door to her form takes one deep breath, and walks in. As she opens the door and walks into her form room they all start laughing and start to chant, “Hey fatty boom boom have another cream cake.”
Then in no time ‘brrrrinng’ the bell goes for the start of the day. With that she knows she has to put up with it 6 hours a day, 5 days a week.
By Bethan Langdon
