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Hi! I'm Alison, but call me Ali. I am a writer. Please tell me what you think, I would love to hear your opinion. And talk to me. I would love to meet people and make friends. Also, do NOT jock my story, even if you credit me. Thank you! About me: I am 15 years old. I live in California. I have a purple streak and a blue streak in my black hair. I speak my mind most of the time. I couldn't live without music, I love my friends, and of course, I am in love with a guy who doesn't even know I exist. I guess that's all for now. Thank you to everyone who reads my story!I <3 you!
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DAY. MADE.
L i k e I'm
Ma de of Gl as s 12
I really
didn’t want to go to school on Monday, but I
basically had no choice.
At break, I sat down at a table by myself.
“Hey,” said a voice.
I turned around.
It was Brad.
I hadn’t talked to him since our big fight over Cassidy.
“Hey,” I said feebly.
He sat down next to me. “So, why weren’t you at the game on Friday?”
I felt a little surge of happiness. He’d noticed that I wasn’t there! “Oh, um…I was there. But I got sick and, uh, left.”
“Was it the stomach bug? Cuz Danny said he saw someone who looked like you puking in a trash can at the game.”
My heartbeat quickened. Danny must have been the football player that saw me by the gym.
“Uh, no that wasn’t me,” I lied. “Must’ve been someone else, I heard the stomach thing is kinda going around.”
“Oh, Ok.” I couldn’t tell is he actually believed me or if he just chose to shake it off.
Danny’s POV
I walked up to Brad and tapped him on the arm. “Hey man did you ask your girlfriend about the game?”
“Oh, yeah I did,” he said. “She said it wasn’t her.”
Brad turned and looked at me. “Why are you so obsessed with finding out who that chick was anyway? It was probably just some girl with the stomach flu.”
I shrugged and started to walk away. “Later man.”
“Later.”
Truth is, I didn’t even know why I was so obsessed with the puking girl by the gym. It’s just, I remembered how the girl had been crying, how her wrists had been bleeding. And how her eyes turned up and looked straight into mine, wide with fear.
For some reason, I just couldn’t forget her.
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At break, I sat down at a table by myself.
“Hey,” said a voice.
I turned around.
It was Brad.
I hadn’t talked to him since our big fight over Cassidy.
“Hey,” I said feebly.
He sat down next to me. “So, why weren’t you at the game on Friday?”
I felt a little surge of happiness. He’d noticed that I wasn’t there! “Oh, um…I was there. But I got sick and, uh, left.”
“Was it the stomach bug? Cuz Danny said he saw someone who looked like you puking in a trash can at the game.”
My heartbeat quickened. Danny must have been the football player that saw me by the gym.
“Uh, no that wasn’t me,” I lied. “Must’ve been someone else, I heard the stomach thing is kinda going around.”
“Oh, Ok.” I couldn’t tell is he actually believed me or if he just chose to shake it off.
Danny’s POV
I walked up to Brad and tapped him on the arm. “Hey man did you ask your girlfriend about the game?”
“Oh, yeah I did,” he said. “She said it wasn’t her.”
Brad turned and looked at me. “Why are you so obsessed with finding out who that chick was anyway? It was probably just some girl with the stomach flu.”
I shrugged and started to walk away. “Later man.”
“Later.”
Truth is, I didn’t even know why I was so obsessed with the puking girl by the gym. It’s just, I remembered how the girl had been crying, how her wrists had been bleeding. And how her eyes turned up and looked straight into mine, wide with fear.
For some reason, I just couldn’t forget her.
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L i k e I'm
Ma de of Gl as s 11
I decided to go
to the game that night anyways.
I didn’t want to, but maybe I could talk to some of the cheerleaders and end all this drama.
I just had to pray that no one would notice my wrists that were covered in scars. Also, I hadn’t eaten anything in the last 24 hours, and I was dizzy with hunger. But whatever. I shook it off.
It was a bit cold at the game, but not cold enough that we’d have to wear our cheer jackets.
I took Cassidy by the arm and dragged her behind the stands before the game started. “Look, can we talk?”
She rolled her eyes and picked at her nails.
I continued. “Can we end all this bullshxt, please? I get that you’re pxssed about Brad, but it’s not really my fault. You don’t have to steal my friends, or kick me off the pyramid.”
Cassidy looked bored. “Look slxt, it’s not my fault if nobody likes you. Maybe if you could keep your fat legs closed, people would leave you alone.”
I felt something hot behind my eyes and willed myself not to cry.
I grabbed Cassidy by the arm. “Look, would you quit...”
But before I could finish, Cassidy grabbed my arm and was about to push it, but then stopped, looking at all the cuts on my arm.
Oh no, no, nonono I thought.
“Ohmygawd,” She said.
I closed my eyes to keep tears from falling out.
“OmiGOD!” she said. “What’s up with your ARM?! You CUT!??”
I wish she would be quieter, people were started to stare.
Cassidy let go of my arm and ran back to where the other cheerleaders were. “Guys OMG! Trixie’s EMO!”
The world was spinning. I thought I was going to throw up.
Cassidy continued, “But I guess if I was a fat slxt, I’d want to hurt myself too.”
I gasped, tears rolling down my face. I grabbed my cheer bag and ran out of the stadium,feeling everyone's stare.
I knew I should go home, but first I needed to punish myself for even thinking about talking to Cassidy, and for letting her see my scars.
I ran over to one of the trash cans near the gym and pulled a razor out of my cheer bag and dug it into my wrists, cutting open the scars that were just starting to heal. Then I turned the razor around and stuck it down my throat and vomited into the trash can.
I was about to do it again when I heard a noise.
A football player on his way from the gym out to the game was staring at me, . "Um, are you okay?"
I didn't answer, instead I grabbed my cheer bag and ran away, before he had the chance to insult me too.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I didn’t want to, but maybe I could talk to some of the cheerleaders and end all this drama.
I just had to pray that no one would notice my wrists that were covered in scars. Also, I hadn’t eaten anything in the last 24 hours, and I was dizzy with hunger. But whatever. I shook it off.
It was a bit cold at the game, but not cold enough that we’d have to wear our cheer jackets.
I took Cassidy by the arm and dragged her behind the stands before the game started. “Look, can we talk?”
She rolled her eyes and picked at her nails.
I continued. “Can we end all this bullshxt, please? I get that you’re pxssed about Brad, but it’s not really my fault. You don’t have to steal my friends, or kick me off the pyramid.”
Cassidy looked bored. “Look slxt, it’s not my fault if nobody likes you. Maybe if you could keep your fat legs closed, people would leave you alone.”
I felt something hot behind my eyes and willed myself not to cry.
I grabbed Cassidy by the arm. “Look, would you quit...”
But before I could finish, Cassidy grabbed my arm and was about to push it, but then stopped, looking at all the cuts on my arm.
Oh no, no, nonono I thought.
“Ohmygawd,” She said.
I closed my eyes to keep tears from falling out.
“OmiGOD!” she said. “What’s up with your ARM?! You CUT!??”
I wish she would be quieter, people were started to stare.
Cassidy let go of my arm and ran back to where the other cheerleaders were. “Guys OMG! Trixie’s EMO!”
The world was spinning. I thought I was going to throw up.
Cassidy continued, “But I guess if I was a fat slxt, I’d want to hurt myself too.”
I gasped, tears rolling down my face. I grabbed my cheer bag and ran out of the stadium,feeling everyone's stare.
I knew I should go home, but first I needed to punish myself for even thinking about talking to Cassidy, and for letting her see my scars.
I ran over to one of the trash cans near the gym and pulled a razor out of my cheer bag and dug it into my wrists, cutting open the scars that were just starting to heal. Then I turned the razor around and stuck it down my throat and vomited into the trash can.
I was about to do it again when I heard a noise.
A football player on his way from the gym out to the game was staring at me, . "Um, are you okay?"
I didn't answer, instead I grabbed my cheer bag and ran away, before he had the chance to insult me too.
Happy Thanksgiving!
L i k e I'm
Ma de of Gl as s 10
It was hot the
next day, and all the girls at my school were wearing tank
tops and short shorts.
Everyone except me.
I was wearing a long sleeved sweater that completely covered my arms.
"Aren't you hot in that sweater?" asked Kristan.
I faked a smile. "I'm fine."
kristen was a wannabe who'd talk to anyone, and since Brad and I were fighting and I was no longer allowed to sit next to the cheerleaders, I had to sit near her.
"Are you sure?" she said. "I'm wearing shorts and I'm Sweating. You must be boiling."
"Trust me, I'm fine."
The reason why I was wearing a long-sleeve was to cover up my arms, which were covered in cuts. Last night I had taken my razor and used it to, well, cut. A lot.
I could cover my arms with my sweater for now, but I had no idea what to do at the game tonight, where I'd have to wear a short cheerleading outfit and wave my arms around.
"You want fries?" Kristen said, breaking my train of thought.
I faked another smile.
"No, thanks."
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Everyone except me.
I was wearing a long sleeved sweater that completely covered my arms.
"Aren't you hot in that sweater?" asked Kristan.
I faked a smile. "I'm fine."
kristen was a wannabe who'd talk to anyone, and since Brad and I were fighting and I was no longer allowed to sit next to the cheerleaders, I had to sit near her.
"Are you sure?" she said. "I'm wearing shorts and I'm Sweating. You must be boiling."
"Trust me, I'm fine."
The reason why I was wearing a long-sleeve was to cover up my arms, which were covered in cuts. Last night I had taken my razor and used it to, well, cut. A lot.
I could cover my arms with my sweater for now, but I had no idea what to do at the game tonight, where I'd have to wear a short cheerleading outfit and wave my arms around.
"You want fries?" Kristen said, breaking my train of thought.
I faked another smile.
"No, thanks."
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L i k e I'm
Ma de of Gl as s 9
I drove to my
dad's house and went to my room.
My parents divorced a long time ago, when I was just a baby, and they wanted nothing to do with each other. Both of them had gotten rid of all the photos and keepsakes that had to do with their marriage. The only thing they couldn't get rid of was me, so they both spent almost no time with me. It didn't even seem to matter whose house I was at anymore.
I sat down on my bed and buried my face in my arms.
I felt so defeated and alone.
Evelyn didn't want me.
My parents didn't want me.
And Brad apparently wants Cassidy.
I trudged lamely to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
My black hair was flat and tangled, and my eyes looked too big for my face.
Not to mention that I was still FAT.
No wonder nobody wants me, I thought.
I thought about going over to the toilet and throwing up some more, but somehow that didn't seem like enough.
I opened my drawer and pulled out a razor, turning it over in my hands.
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My parents divorced a long time ago, when I was just a baby, and they wanted nothing to do with each other. Both of them had gotten rid of all the photos and keepsakes that had to do with their marriage. The only thing they couldn't get rid of was me, so they both spent almost no time with me. It didn't even seem to matter whose house I was at anymore.
I sat down on my bed and buried my face in my arms.
I felt so defeated and alone.
Evelyn didn't want me.
My parents didn't want me.
And Brad apparently wants Cassidy.
I trudged lamely to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
My black hair was flat and tangled, and my eyes looked too big for my face.
Not to mention that I was still FAT.
No wonder nobody wants me, I thought.
I thought about going over to the toilet and throwing up some more, but somehow that didn't seem like enough.
I opened my drawer and pulled out a razor, turning it over in my hands.
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L i k e I'm
Ma de of Gl as s 8
"Are you
sure you're not hungry babe?" said Brad, holding
out a slice a pizza. It was after school, and we were
sitting on the grass near the school parking lot.
I sighed. "I'm sure."
"Well okay."
I looked jealously as he shoved the pizza into his mouth. I hadn't eaten much this whole week, and anything I did eat I threw up.
But whatever. I needed to be skinny, right?
Just then, Cassidy, Mandy,Gigi, and Evelyn passed by me.
"Slxt!" Cassidy shouted.
"Fatxss!" giggled Gigi.
I tried to ignore them, but it was hard.
Then Cassidy skipped over and gave Brad a hug and said "Hey Brad! What's up?!"
I can't believe she had the nerve to flirt with him right in front of me. Bxtch.
Even worse, he hugged her back and said ,"Hey."
Cassidy gave me a glare then started skipping away with her stupid friends.
I turned to Brad. "What the hxll was that?"
"What?!"
I smacked him on the arm. "Cassidy is a bxtch! She just called me a slxt and you hug her?! What kind of boyfriend does that?!!"
"Oh whatever. Don't be so sensitive, she's just kidding. And she's totally hot,"
He gestured at Cassidy's retreating figure. Her boobs were hanging out of her shirt and her miniskirt pulled over her xss.
I gaped at him, open-mouthed. "Whatever. I'm leaving now, K?" "Don't leave! Geez, why are you so dxmn overdramatic!"
I felt my eyes tear up. We had planned to spend the whole day together, and we had made reservations for dinner.
But whatever. I got up and started walking to my car.
"C'mon Babe. We can talk about it!"
I kept walking.
I sighed. "I'm sure."
"Well okay."
I looked jealously as he shoved the pizza into his mouth. I hadn't eaten much this whole week, and anything I did eat I threw up.
But whatever. I needed to be skinny, right?
Just then, Cassidy, Mandy,Gigi, and Evelyn passed by me.
"Slxt!" Cassidy shouted.
"Fatxss!" giggled Gigi.
I tried to ignore them, but it was hard.
Then Cassidy skipped over and gave Brad a hug and said "Hey Brad! What's up?!"
I can't believe she had the nerve to flirt with him right in front of me. Bxtch.
Even worse, he hugged her back and said ,"Hey."
Cassidy gave me a glare then started skipping away with her stupid friends.
I turned to Brad. "What the hxll was that?"
"What?!"
I smacked him on the arm. "Cassidy is a bxtch! She just called me a slxt and you hug her?! What kind of boyfriend does that?!!"
"Oh whatever. Don't be so sensitive, she's just kidding. And she's totally hot,"
He gestured at Cassidy's retreating figure. Her boobs were hanging out of her shirt and her miniskirt pulled over her xss.
I gaped at him, open-mouthed. "Whatever. I'm leaving now, K?" "Don't leave! Geez, why are you so dxmn overdramatic!"
I felt my eyes tear up. We had planned to spend the whole day together, and we had made reservations for dinner.
But whatever. I got up and started walking to my car.
"C'mon Babe. We can talk about it!"
I kept walking.
L i k e I'm
Ma de of Gl as s 7
I felt sick to
my stomach.
Why was Evelyn talking shxt about me behind my back? We were supposed to be best friends.
I stepped out from behind the lockers, staring Cassidy, Mandy, and Gigi down. And Evelyn. "Are you guys talking about me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Cassidy grinned and said, "Yep. We're thinking about redoing our whole routine because none of us can support your fat xss."
She turned around to the others for backup.
"Yeah," said Gigi.
"Duh," said Mandy.
I felt my insides turning. Then I turned to Evelyn.
She stared at me for a little, then flipped her hair. "I agree with them. You are a bit on the heavy side."
"A bit?" Cassidy snorted.
They all fell over giggling.
I couldn't take this anymore. I ran out the locker room, feeling nausiated, tears running down my face. I ran into the bathroom. Luckily, no one was in there.
I stared at myself in the mirror. They were right. I was fat, and I was ruining everything. The McDonalds in my stomach suddenly seemed like a billion calories, making me even fatter.
I ran into a stall and leaned over the toilet.
I had always thought bulimic girls were insane, but now I was only thinking of the disgusting meal that needed to be gone. I stuck my finger down my throat.
Nothing happened at first, then it all came heaving out of me.
I felt weirdly better, and calmer knowing that it was gone.
I stuck my fingers down again.
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Why was Evelyn talking shxt about me behind my back? We were supposed to be best friends.
I stepped out from behind the lockers, staring Cassidy, Mandy, and Gigi down. And Evelyn. "Are you guys talking about me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Cassidy grinned and said, "Yep. We're thinking about redoing our whole routine because none of us can support your fat xss."
She turned around to the others for backup.
"Yeah," said Gigi.
"Duh," said Mandy.
I felt my insides turning. Then I turned to Evelyn.
She stared at me for a little, then flipped her hair. "I agree with them. You are a bit on the heavy side."
"A bit?" Cassidy snorted.
They all fell over giggling.
I couldn't take this anymore. I ran out the locker room, feeling nausiated, tears running down my face. I ran into the bathroom. Luckily, no one was in there.
I stared at myself in the mirror. They were right. I was fat, and I was ruining everything. The McDonalds in my stomach suddenly seemed like a billion calories, making me even fatter.
I ran into a stall and leaned over the toilet.
I had always thought bulimic girls were insane, but now I was only thinking of the disgusting meal that needed to be gone. I stuck my finger down my throat.
Nothing happened at first, then it all came heaving out of me.
I felt weirdly better, and calmer knowing that it was gone.
I stuck my fingers down again.
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L i k e I'm
Ma de of Gl as s 6
The next day
at school, I avoided Cassidy and the rest of the
cheerleaders as much as possible.
I spent most of my time talking to Brad, but I must have seemed upset, because he asked "Hey Trixie are you feeling okay? You've been sorta quiet."
I faked a smile and said "Yeah, fine." I didn't want Brad to know what was going on.
"Good," He said, pressing his lips to mine.
I felt deliriously happy, but only for a little while.
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Later that night, Brad and I went to McDonalds for dinner, then I had cheer practice. I really wasn't looking forward to it, but whatever. I was stepping into the locker rooms to change and chewing on the rest of my fries, when I heard voices.
"She's such a whxre!" someone said.
"I know, and she's not even pretty!"
"Yeah, and she's fat."
It was Cassidy, Mandy, and Gigi, talking shxt about me. I knew it. I leaned closer to the doors to hear what they were saying.
"I'm so glad you moved her to the bottom of the pyramid, Cass," said a forth voice. "Her fat xss would have screwed everything up."
Wait a second. I knew that voice. It was Evelyn.
I spent most of my time talking to Brad, but I must have seemed upset, because he asked "Hey Trixie are you feeling okay? You've been sorta quiet."
I faked a smile and said "Yeah, fine." I didn't want Brad to know what was going on.
"Good," He said, pressing his lips to mine.
I felt deliriously happy, but only for a little while.
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Later that night, Brad and I went to McDonalds for dinner, then I had cheer practice. I really wasn't looking forward to it, but whatever. I was stepping into the locker rooms to change and chewing on the rest of my fries, when I heard voices.
"She's such a whxre!" someone said.
"I know, and she's not even pretty!"
"Yeah, and she's fat."
It was Cassidy, Mandy, and Gigi, talking shxt about me. I knew it. I leaned closer to the doors to hear what they were saying.
"I'm so glad you moved her to the bottom of the pyramid, Cass," said a forth voice. "Her fat xss would have screwed everything up."
Wait a second. I knew that voice. It was Evelyn.
L i k e I'm
Ma de of Gl as s 5
I looked
Cassidy in the eye.
"Are you calling me fat?!" I said as calmly as I could.
"Well, I'm not calling you skinny."
The other girls giggled, even Evelyn. I felt sick. I had always been considered skinny, but now I wasn't so sure. Am I fat? I thought. Do people look at me and say, ew, she should lose some weight?
"Anyway," Cassidy continued ,"Since Cecile is too heavy for Mandy to hold, I guess this means that Cecile needs to be at the bottom of the pyramid."
The bottom of the pyramid? What? The bottom was for losers, and I'd work hard to get to the top.
"What's your problem?!" I asked Cassidy. "Just because I'm dating Brad doesn't mean you can act like a complete bxtch!!"
I expected Cassidy to get mad, or walk away.
But instead, she smiled and said "And just because you're a slxt doesn't mean you can steal other people's boyfriends!"
The other girls gasped, then giggled with a few "Oh No you didn'ts!!"
Cassidy smiled her bxtchy smile, blew her whistle, and said "Practice is over for today!"
"Are you calling me fat?!" I said as calmly as I could.
"Well, I'm not calling you skinny."
The other girls giggled, even Evelyn. I felt sick. I had always been considered skinny, but now I wasn't so sure. Am I fat? I thought. Do people look at me and say, ew, she should lose some weight?
"Anyway," Cassidy continued ,"Since Cecile is too heavy for Mandy to hold, I guess this means that Cecile needs to be at the bottom of the pyramid."
The bottom of the pyramid? What? The bottom was for losers, and I'd work hard to get to the top.
"What's your problem?!" I asked Cassidy. "Just because I'm dating Brad doesn't mean you can act like a complete bxtch!!"
I expected Cassidy to get mad, or walk away.
But instead, she smiled and said "And just because you're a slxt doesn't mean you can steal other people's boyfriends!"
The other girls gasped, then giggled with a few "Oh No you didn'ts!!"
Cassidy smiled her bxtchy smile, blew her whistle, and said "Practice is over for today!"
Confession Time:
I've never been kissed.
I've never had a boyfriend.
I've never been liked by a guy.
I've never been called pretty by a guy.
I'm starting to think I will die ugly, never been kissed, and alone.