Another day in the cafateria; sitting by myself, “stuffing my face”...I was overweight, and it wasnt my fault, i had stomach problems. Tina you fat lard, come get some dinner! Tina happens to be my name, && that phrase has been what i’ve heard everyday at lunch ever since Napoleon Dynamite came out. Dear God i hate that movie. Every time this was said to me, i’d blurr it out. I’d almost ignore it, even though i knew they were saying it. The “they” that im reffering to is the Clique. You know, the popular posse, the ones who have everything (and if theres something they dont have, the FedEx truck must’ve broken down or its on the way). They have all the guys. All the guys want them; all the girls want to be them.But that one day, that one awful day, i’d finally had enough. “Yeah, come eat, eat everything!”
“She was soon cut off by another girl saying, “It looks like she already has!” The lunchroom roared with laughter, but not me. I got up, took an ice cream from a kids hand, and rubbed it in her face.