All I want is to be Pretty

I walked into my sixth hour class and took my regular seat at the back of the room. I pulled my sleeves of my jacket into my hands, ignoring the looks of distain from students around me. I could hear the popular girls in front of the room gossiping about someone, most likely mem I just looked down at the old wooden desk.

"Hey, fatty!" Someone said in front of me, I looked around, "Yeah, I'm talking to you!" The voice came from Abigail Pasely, the head cheerleader, she was glaring straight at me like I was some disgusting animal.

"What?" I mumbled, looking away.

"Why don't you just go back to whatever planet you came from, cow," she retorted.

"Yeah ugly, go back to Planet Fatso," Candace Anderson said.

I shook my head and tried to wipe away a tear without drawing attention to it.

"Oh, look, she's crying, you're so puny Rachel, just go crawl in a hole and die!" Abigail snickered, taking her seat as the bell rang and Mr. Vaut came in.

I raised my hand, "Mr. Vaut, can I go to the restroom?"

"Yes, quickly Mr Remington," he replied as I walked to his desk to get a pass.

Once in the bathroom, I ran quickly to the last stall and pulled my hair back. It had been two weeks since I had purged and I was about to break that record. I shoved my finger down my throat and instantly gagged, I pressed it back farther and leaned into the toilet bowl, getting rid of my lunch. I grabbed a peice of toilet paper and wiped my mouth. I flushed the toilet and walked to the mirror. My eyes were blood shot and my face was flushed. I grabbed out my eye drops from my jacket pocket and dripped them in my eyes, getting rid of the irritation. I grabbed a paper towel and wet it, the dabbed it on my face and neck. I checked back in the mirror, I looked better, no one would know.  I couldn't help wishing I was pretty; I had stringy brown hair and poop brown eyes, 'no one would ever think I was beautiful, never, no one ever cares about me' I thought to myself.

I got through the day with a lot of difficulty and ran home, trying not to run into the popular crowd again. I kept replaying the memory of sixth period in my head as I made my way back to my house. When I walked in the door, I ran to my room, intentionally avoiding my mom.

"Go clean your room, Rachel, you're grandparents are coming over tonight!" She yelled in her high pitched voice as I speed past her.

"Maybe I will just stay in there all night then," I mumbled as I opened my door. I flipped on the light and flopped on my bed, then grabbed out my homework and tried to work on it.

I couldn't believe that my grandparents were coming over, they always conpare me to my brother and sister and all of my cousins, how I'm not in all advanced classes and that I am not an MVP of my sports team, I hate when they come over.

After I finished my homework, I cleaned my room then was called downstairs. I could hear people talking and slowly walked down the steps.

My grandma was at the base of the steps, I started to retreat when we locked eyes.

"Oh Rachel, you have put on a little weight I see," she mumbled scrutinizing me, 'this is gonna be a bad night' was all I could think.