Standing here in front of the one piece of furniture that totally terrifies me “The mirror“. It’s just a piece of glass that shows your reflection, what could be terrifying about that? You’ll say.
Growing up, let’s say I wasn’t the cute, slim, confident, nice teeth, out going child (now 19, sadly I don’t feel the above statement has changed that much). To top that I am an introvert.
Woah woah chill, I am not saying being an introvert is a cause or some disease hell no! On the contrary I love being one, you know… less friends, less crowd, your mom things you’re weird, less irrelevant mingling, more bullying cause you’re too quiet for their liking. Okay I might have gone a bit too far, this is me trying to paint a picture and scream it to any one who cares to listen, Being an introvert isn’t a bad thing (story for another day tho). Pheeew got that out, so where was I.. oh yeah The quiet fat kid.
If I recall vividly, I was in jss3, roughly about 12years old. It was a school day, more accurately sport day!. So back then in school we had a week called the CAT week;
What happens basically is we write test on different subjects during the week then on Friday’s we get to do PE, aka sport time. Now imagine this… You only have 2 friends like 2 friggin friends in the whole school.Plot twist alert!!!
For PE everyone is divided in two groups based on colors you were randomly given. As faith will have it I was in yellow house (yeah the were called houses). To worsen my dilemma my two friends where in two different houses respectively… Atleast we were going through something together. Gotten my plot twist out of the way.. Back to my story.
In every bully story there’s always a bully, meet big B (name withheld for reasons I don’t even know). Now imagine your worst day of the week as a person, that’s big B.I feel like calling him big b belittles me so, from this point on big b will be known as small b!