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As soon as the bell rang for 5th period, I ran out of the classroom. I just held back the tears and headed towards the bathroom.
I lifted my legs up onto the seat so they wouldn't see me, but there was no point, they saw me run in here and I could hear them giggling and chattering as they walked in after me.
“Brooklyn's so fat, she can't see her own feet.”
The other girls laughed and joined in.
“Skylar you're so right, she's so fat, when she tries to do a handstand, her stomach hits her in the face and she falls over.”
I started to cry as soon as they left. Crying so hard that it was hard for me to breathe.
It was so hard for me to understand why they hated me. I did nothing wrong. Or did I?
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Two hours into my homework and I still couldn't finish it. What Camila and her friends had said earlier at school really got to me and I still couldn't get it out of my head.
“she's so fat, when she tries to do a handstand, her stomach hits her in the face and she falls over.”
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