I'm So Back - Prologue
The fat and ugly girl, not anymore. So guys, be careful with what you say... you might regret it someday. Love, Kaycee.
As the plane lands, I know I'm back in my hometown. The place where it all started. Stepping out of it, my dad welcomed me and drove me to home. One thing I noticed is that for the past 3 years that I'm away, there has been changes. The park turned into a grand restaurant, the woods turned into a huge stadium.
This is it, I'm back in Deltic.
"How's life in New York, hon?" My dad said taking a short glance at me.
I took away my sunglasses and stared at the window. "It's great. I actually love it there. The people are nice, and they treated me well there."
My dad seems to be grateful by my reply, "Look at you, you've changed a lot. Last time I saw you-you were-"
I cut him off as I lie back to my seat, "Fat." I finished it for him. "I know, things changed for the past three years."
He didn't say a word but I know that he was still hurt by my past experiences when I was in this town, and also in my part, it pains me to recall it again.
Oh, I forgot. How rude of me to not introduce myself earlier. My name is Kaycee Benson, just turned 18 last December. I have pretty blonde hair, tan skin, curvy body, and icy blue eyes. I was born here in Deltic and transferred to New York and lived with my aunt who is a famous fashion designer. The reason: physical and verbal bullying at school. I have been always the loser, the outcast and the ugly.
My parents were so hurt by what my schoolmates did to me, so they've sent me away to such amazing city.
Since then, I have worked hard to keep my proper diet and worked hard to lose weight. And I even entered the world of modeling to be beautiful enough and show them how I have risen in spite of all the criticisms that I have bared from them.
We arrived at my house and was greeted by mom and my older brother Daryl.
"Wow Kaycee, is that really you?! Oh God!" Daryl pulled me into a tight hug. "You look beautiful, damn."
I smiled at them and we've spent all day bonding with each other for I have come back. And tomorrow, I will be back to school, my old school.
And I swear I'll make those other people pay for what they've done to me in the past.
I'm so back Bitches!
This is it, I'm back in Deltic.
"How's life in New York, hon?" My dad said taking a short glance at me.
I took away my sunglasses and stared at the window. "It's great. I actually love it there. The people are nice, and they treated me well there."
My dad seems to be grateful by my reply, "Look at you, you've changed a lot. Last time I saw you-you were-"
I cut him off as I lie back to my seat, "Fat." I finished it for him. "I know, things changed for the past three years."
He didn't say a word but I know that he was still hurt by my past experiences when I was in this town, and also in my part, it pains me to recall it again.
Oh, I forgot. How rude of me to not introduce myself earlier. My name is Kaycee Benson, just turned 18 last December. I have pretty blonde hair, tan skin, curvy body, and icy blue eyes. I was born here in Deltic and transferred to New York and lived with my aunt who is a famous fashion designer. The reason: physical and verbal bullying at school. I have been always the loser, the outcast and the ugly.
My parents were so hurt by what my schoolmates did to me, so they've sent me away to such amazing city.
Since then, I have worked hard to keep my proper diet and worked hard to lose weight. And I even entered the world of modeling to be beautiful enough and show them how I have risen in spite of all the criticisms that I have bared from them.
We arrived at my house and was greeted by mom and my older brother Daryl.
"Wow Kaycee, is that really you?! Oh God!" Daryl pulled me into a tight hug. "You look beautiful, damn."
I smiled at them and we've spent all day bonding with each other for I have come back. And tomorrow, I will be back to school, my old school.
And I swear I'll make those other people pay for what they've done to me in the past.
I'm so back Bitches!
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