I walk into school, as usual. Ruby and Lottie aren't there. Well, Ruby said she felt a bit sick and probably had pneumonia. Lottie obviously didn't feel like going, knowing her. She gets into all these rows with the older girls and they say some really rude stuff back. I don't know how I'd ever manage as Lottie. I'm shy and mousy. I can't even defend myself in a physical fight, not even in a verbal one.
Mackenzie is the devils child. But much worse. When we were on the minivan to our school trip I accidentally threw up all over Mackenzies hair! She made a huge fuss of it, complaining loudly about "how she just got her hair perfectly curled and crimped" and that "it takes ages to wash it." I really didn't care about Mackenzies unfairly perfect hair. That was a lie. I did.
She leant in closer to her friend, Martina, and whispered something, then they both looked at me with death eyes. I knew what was coming next.
They started walking towards me.
"Hey, vomit girl!" Mackenzie jeered, nudging Martina and snickering behind their hands. That was their big new joke. If I could regurgitate my breakfast up by will, I would.
I had nothing to say. I couldn't muster up a witty comeback to save my family if they were being chased by a buzzsaw at lightning speed. Martina noticed my silence and yelled:
Belly is my nickname. They first heard of it when a Year 2 with a speech impediment tried to say my name, Kelly. They were in absolute uproar with laughter. Whenever the word 'belly' is mentioned they both fall about laughing. I don't think its funny. And its definitely not funny to make fun of somebody with a speech impediment. They were born that way. They didn't get to choose how they spoke.
Inside, I was practically burning with fury. Not at Mackenzie. Not at Martina. At myself. Why couldn't I be the perfect, popular girl everyone liked? Why couldn't I have everybody swarming around me, desperate to be my best friend? It was so unfair! She got everything she wanted. Shes probably spoiled absolutely rotten by her parents. I didn't get to choose how rich my parents were. The only times we ever get rich is when dad gets his monthly pay and spends it on treats for all of us. But only then we feel rich. Its dads temper that spoils it all for us. Just the tiniest thing can tick him off, even a look. Same with my mum. Violet and Georgie are obviously too young to understand, even though Violets books she has in her room are filled to the absolute brim with family problems, and I think Georgie knows what a "divorce" is.
My parents were not getting a divorce anytime soon, thats for sure.
I sat down at the loneliest table at lunch, picking at my chicken pie, which is usually my favourite, but I couldn't stomach it, even though I'd be ravenous later. I felt fatter than I already was. I just couldn't put the fork down, no matter if I threw up, I would still eat.
I only ate 13 of my chips and was done. When I was dumping my tray, Martina sidled up to me, an evil smirk on her pretty face.
"Hey, Belly! Going on a diet now, are you? Your probably sneaking in some chocolates, you look more like an elephant than a person now!" My heart sunk in my chest. I looked down at my stomach. She was right. I was starting to look like a beached whale.
"Better not turn you anorexic, or worse, bulimic! You couldn't fit in one of them mini cars if you wanted to. Remember that trampoline park last year at Pattys birthday party? I'm surprised you didn't make the trampolines burst. That would've been embarrassing, even for you." She then turned and walked away, laughing loudly, as if my struggling was the funniest joke ever told.
When I went home, I kicked my shoes off, undid my ponytail, and slumped down onto the sofa. If I was going to look like a whale, I was going to play the part. What I didn't know was that I was practically squashing Georgie.
"Kells! Get your big bottom off me! Your squashing!" I quickly scrambled to get off while Georgie rubbed his face, acting as if I'd crushed him deliberately. Mum came through the door, coming to see what the fuss was about.
"Kelly, your not being nasty to your little brother again, are you?" She said crossly, furrowing her brows in my direction. I fidgeted with my hair tie around my arm, hoping I didn't look suspicious.
Mum just sighed and playfully thumped Georgie with a cushion, while tutting at me and going back to work.
This week is going to be long..
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