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Post by Adele Clark on Aug 27, 2011 10:56:09 GMT -5
School was slowly starting over, and frankly Adele was a bit reticent about the idea and thus, even if she had a full load of crap interesting for the upcoming drama that was bound to happen. She couldn’t help it; she wanted to spice up things in the school. Though, the pressure of being thin, of looking like a super model at the age of sixteen, the pressure of starting to be on the top of the society and being number one in everything was a huge weight on her shoulders. She had the feeling that if she wasn’t going to do anything of this, she would end up at the lowest part of the school, she would become a nobody. How many times her parents had told her that if she wanted to succeed in life, she had to be at the top of everything? Basically ever since she was wearing diapers. So far, she was coping well, but there was one thing she couldn’t take and it was looking fat.
Being back to school meant that she needed to be back in shape; she looked at her body in the mirror. It was just so bleh…she had gone through so many sacrifices, she was even barely touching her food when it was time to eat. She was a winner, not a fat loser. Yet, even after puking her whole breakfast which consisted of an apple, she still considered herself as unworthy, fat, ugly. She looked so horrid, there were no ways that she could feel better in any of this. Her skin, well, she did brag about her own beauty, she knew she was beautiful… or at least, she thought so, males were looking at her constantly. She had to keep that shape, she could afford to gain a few lbs. Not now, not when she was at the top.
She couldn’t hide that because of this, she wasn’t feeling so good, but she restrained herself from looking down on herself while she was in the middle of the crowd. She took a deep breath and walked out of the girl’s bathroom, whipping her mouth. Back to the jungle she thought, smirking at a few guys who passed by to admire her thin body. She started walking a few steps, wearing proudly her cheerio uniform, watching people highly as they moved away from her bath. That’s what she was working so hard for, to be so intimidating that people wouldn’t want to come across her.
She sighed as she arrived at her locker, she had a cheerio practice later on, being the new captain she needed to stay in touch with whatever Sue was coming out with. She opened her locker, stared at herself in the mirror as she fixed the ribbon that held her hair up into a massive pony tail. Here we go again… she thought trying to keep a straight composure.
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