Nothing good, all the same outfits for the same skinny girls. All so boring and typical.
These were the thoughts that went through your head as you skimmed through the selection in your usual clothing store at the nearby mall. The place was something of a haunt for most teenagers your age, it was one of the reasons why you dreaded coming here. Not that you were a misanthrope, mind, it was just that most girls your age were far too interested in staying unbearably thin and starving themselves and any girl even the slightest bit overweight was mercilessly picked on until she followed suit.
You couldn't quite understand the concept of dieting, yet you never had to worry about it being able to eat pretty much whatever you wanted due to the amount of exercise you did. You had been slacking on that somewhat lately, which was why you were here at the mall shopping for new clothes.
There was absolutely nothing that caught your eye here and you were just about to give up and maybe check out the new donuts shop nearby when you suddenly heard a familiar nasty voice from over the rack of clothes.
"Watch what you're doing there, fatty!"
Dreading who it was, you peaked through the folds to the other side and saw her. Samantha Anderson, the biggest bully and perfectionist you could remember from high school. You had hoped that you had seen the last of her after graduation but it seemed luck was not on your side in that regard. She had almost bleach white blond hair precisely cut at shoulder length to match her solid blue eyes. She had more of a model's body than you, five foot five with flawless C breasts and a sweet hourglass figure that she constantly flaunted with low cut shorts and shirts.
"Sorry, I-I was just buying some clothes..."
"Some clothes here? Hah! You should try a Big and Tall next time. Save the designer outfits for people like me."
The slumped over person she was talking to was also someone you recognized from school. Maggie Kelly, was pretty much the exact opposite of Samantha and had a form that you secretly coveted. She was taller than, a whooping six foot one, and was pretty overweight despite her attempts at dieting which you noticed she must have been trying over the summer. Her current weight seemed to be around the two hundred marker with most of it focused on her bust and belly. She was rather pale with beautiful red hair, matching her Irish heritage.
"I-I'm allowed to shop here," Maggie tried to defend herself. "They have things in my size."
"And what are you? Size twenty? Pick up my clothes that you knocked over."
You gritted your teeth as Maggie hesitated and silently obeyed, bending far over as Samantha continued to berate her.
"Don't stick your big ass in my face, your pig tails shows!"
Maggie's face was all red now, she must have caught Samantha in a really bad mood. She were tempted to just go over and smack Samantha out of pure rage, you were so sick of girls like her. But you knew how to control yourself well enough as much as you felt sorry for Maggie.
"I wish I could do something about that snarky bitch," you thought to yourself. "Maybe take her down to size and show her who's boss. Or at least keep her from destroying Maggie like that."
It was at that very moment something magical happened that would change your life forever. You felt really strange as...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.19 seconds at 1:30pm on Nov 28, 2024 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author