In the end, hunger won out. Frankie cleared his plate, plus and extra three pancakes and sausages, leaving him overly full and terribly bloated. Now the pain around his middle was excruciating. Resisting the urge to belch (his mother's one rule), the teen massaged his swollen belly with both hands.
His mother glanced up at the clock. "Oh goodness, we're going to be late!" Grabbing her car keys, Frankie's mom ushered her waddling brood out into her car.
Their first stop was the middle school. If mobility was a problem for Frankie, it was a major issue for Jake. After a moment, of struggling (and Frankie's hands on his ass pushing him up) the obese ten year old finally made it out of the doors, panting and already exhausted. Frankie watch as he made his slow way up to the school's entrance, pausing every step to catch his breathe, belly sloshing around and popping out if his shirt. Not that Jake minded- or could even see it.
He had always considered his younger brother a cute kid. His baby fat and chubby cheeks made him look adorable, and his curly blonde hair only cemented his cherubic resemblance. However, if something was not done, Jake would probably be immobile by the time he was Frankie's age. Maybe earlier at the rate he was going. Though Frankie thought he looked cute, he weren't sure how he felt about that. Maybe Jenna's attitude was rubbing off on him.
The high school was only a few blocks down from the middle school, but Frankie's mother drove the two, knowing that Frankie wouldn't make it.
"Have fun you two!" His mother called, as they left. Jenna rolled her eyes at her brother, and Frankie returned the gesture.
As soon as Frankie entered the halls, he knew that this year would be no different from the rest. As he passed people, they would point and stare at his obese body, a few even openly gawking. The high school was a regional school, meaning that for most of the students, this was their first time seeing the five hundred pound freshman. No one made any comments yet- they were probably too shocked.
Despite running late, Frankie managed to make it to homeroom on time. Sweat dribbling down his brown and onto his cheeks, Frankie crammed himself into a desk in the back. The fit was almost as tight as his pants, but that was to be expected and something the big teen was used to.
He leaned back in his chair panting.
"Um... Hi."
Frankie looked up, mildly surprised that someone was talking to him. Standing before him was a smiling boy, with on hand extended. The boy seemed friendly enough, judging by his smile, and looked Asian- Korean or Japanese, Frankie would have guessed by the types of restaurants in the areas.
"I'm Lewis."
Frankie took the boy's hand in his sweaty one and give it a shake, "Frankie." You say slightly bewildered that a...
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