Appearance

   Growing up, we never seemed to care what people think of us. But as we enter the harsh reality of school, we realize how much appearance matters. 
   The first couple of weeks of high school were the hardest for me, whenever I walked down the hallway, I could see the stares of the other students. Whispers of 'fat' passed through their lips. Every time I looked at myself in the mirror I was unhappy. This is not what I wanted. This was not who I wanted to be. I was fat. 
   At dinner I would tell my mom that I was not hungry because I just couldn't eat something so damaging to my body anymore. My parents never understood or even realized how unhappy I was during high school, because I never told them.

Slime

   What a bunch of idiots. They told mum that it was an accident. Ya, because you can just accidentally dump a bucket of slime on someone. Why would my brothers do this to me? So I had gotten them into trouble, big deal. I should have known this was coming; they had refused to tease me for weeks. They must have been leading up to this, creating their revenge.
   The slime dripped through my hair and my clothes. This would take forever to rinse out. First, they locked me in a cabinet and now this. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I was going to get them back; I just needed to know how.