Quotes added on Monday, September 3 2012

"Kayli, come down for breakfast, you have to leave for school in five minutes!" my mom called from the kitchen, which surprised me entirely. Usually my mom was out of the house by 5 in the morning, and didn't return until 10 at night. I barely ever saw her, especially in the mornings, but I had gotten used to it. Who needs parents when you can raise yourself? Oh yeah, that's right, I do, but I don't really have a choice in the matter.
If my parents would rather work all day than take care of their one-and-only daughter, they can do as they please.
"Coming, mom!" I shouted, giving myself a once-over in the mirror, to make sure I looked acceptable. Hah, as if. It didn't really matter what I looked like, anyways, because no one really noticed unless they were making fun of me. I had gotten used to that, too, so it didn't matter. Or at least I had tried to convince myself that it didn't.
Now that I was really looking at myself, I realized that my image didn't look acceptable at all. My light grey t shirt was tight in all the wrong places, and my baggy jeans were still a size too small. I pulled my long, curly, dull blonde hair into a sloppy bun, taking a ponytail off of my wrist and wrapping it around my hair.
Jogging downstairs, I grabbed a granola bar out of the cupboard and dropping it in my purse as I opened the garage door, climbing into the drivers seat of my lame excuse for a car. As the engine rumbled to life and the stereo turned on, blasting a Katy Perry song, I checked the time on the dashboard clock. It was 6:45, and I couldn't afford to get stuck in early morning Chicago traffic, not when school started in fifteen minutes.
Speeding down the driveway and through the neighborhood, I flipped through the radio stations until I found a song I liked. I sang along, tapping the steering wheel as I waited at a stoplight. When the light blinked green I stepped on the gas, feeling the car lurch forward. Needless to say, I wasn't the best driver. It was a good day when I made it to and from school without killing myself. Not that anyone would cry at my funeral. With the exception of my parents. But with their busy work schedules, I doubt they would even be able to attend. Oh, who am I kidding, they wouldn't even arrange for a funeral, it would waste too much time. I would probably just be buried in the middle of a forest somewhere and never spoken of again.
I slowly pulled into the school parking lot, half considering just driving away like I had never even been there and ditching. I could spend my day at a park somewhere by myself. That would be better than school. But no, being the good girl I am, ditching wasn't even really an option. Unbuckling my seatbelt an opening my car door, I sighed, breathing in the fresh air as I stepped outside.
I made my way towards the school entrance, wishing I could just go home. This was my daily routine, another thing I should have been used to by now.
"Hey, Kayli," a perky voice chirped from behind me, one I recognized immediately. Oh God, why now?
"Hey, Johanna," I replied, spinning around on my heels. I forced a smile onto my face, staring at the girl in front of me. Tanned, clear skin; shiny, brown, straight hair; sparking blue eyes; she was everything I wished to be wrapped up in one tall, skinny, b*tch. With looks as good as hers, I really didn't understand how she could be so terrible.
"So have you started your new diet yet, or is the chocolate cake still just too tempting?" she asked, a smirk forming on her perfect face.
"No, but thanks for your concern. How about you? I mean, I've noticed that you've been gaining some weight, but I didn't think anything of it. Maybe d!cks have more calories than I thought," I shrugged, impressed with my comeback. Usually I would never even speak back to her, just run away and fight the tears, but she was hitting my last nerve.
"Oh my god, you did not just say that," she gaped, her eyes wide.
"I didn't? How embarrassing," I pulled my backpack over my shoulder, turning back around and walking through the doors. I knew that Johanna was right, even if she is a total b*tch. I definitely wasn't the skinniest girl in school, that's for sure. If I could change it, I would, but it just didn't seem possible. No ammount of exercise or dieting could make me look like Johanna does. I would give anything to be pretty; to not have to deal with disgusted and pitiful looks from everyone I passed, to have guys ask for my number instead of ask how much I weighed just for a laugh. I would give anything, anything at all.