AMELIA. After telling Ava I'd meet her in her house once I'm done with my errands, I got myself set for the witch’s cave. I could only hope that I didn't regret this; the moment I saw her, I didn't mind kneeling to beg her and plead to let Dylan go and then give me my old body back. I didn't mind having that old body back because Dylan made it known that he liked my thighs; he also made that known by always touching my thighs or squeezing them. So I would be okay if I went back to being the Fatso of the school. I pulled into my parking spot, and after taking a while in the car to perform some breathing exercises, I opened the door and went out. Please let this go well, I muttered to anyone listening in my head, but I could not help the feeling that there was a pending doom, which scared me. I stopped thinking about it as I walked into the cave; I was not enamored by how the cave was right now, though it added to my fears, and I was bothered about other things. Other things like
AMELIA My eyes stared back at the crowd in shock; I was too embarrassed to move, my brain lagging behind to process what was happening. A roaring laugh echoed in the hall, they were all laughing at me. My eyes met Dylan's. He was too stunned to react. "Amelia, you should fix your dress." The principal said with a soft tone, reality finally hit me. My hands rushed to cover my bosoms and I ran away from the stares and laugh of mockery. As I ran past Valerie I heard her snicker. "Your fat ass ruined a perfect dress." That was enough; I could not bear it. I didn't know where I was heading but I needed to leave. Tears continued running down my eyes, my sobs were caught in my throat. My heart tightened, making it difficult to breathe. I was fat so running and crying was too much stress on my heart. Valerie did this, what did I ever do to deserve such hatred? I never came in her way and always did my best to avoid her but she always finds a way to make my life a living hell.
AMELIA. We finally arrived at the party; music blared through the speakers, and drunk teenagers were everywhere. We were still inside the car, and both of us took our time as we looked and observed everything going on. I could see teenagers making out with each other on the porch of the house, tongue and everything. Almost naked, gosh. Teenagers’ parties were always like this; I wondered what the inside looked like. I looked at Ava, and her eyes met mine simultaneously. She had the same look on her face. “Are you sure this was not a mistake?” I asked her, and she smiled, but the smile wasn't genuine as she looked back at the party. “Come on, I'm sure we were not expecting anything less than this. After all, it's a teenager’s party. So let's just keep our heads in the game.” She said, and she applied her lip gloss again through the rearview mirror. “Come on, we can do this.” She said and pumped her hand in the air. “Okay, I'm sure we can,” I said as we exited the car. It was D
AMELIA. “You look so fucking good right now, Amelia.” He whispered in my ears and I immediately felt goosebumps go down my spine. I wanted to peel his hands off me, because people were looking. And we seemed to be in a very intimate position right now to the outside world. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, in fact, I was scared that he would take his hands off. As if he could read my thoughts, he pulled me closer to him and I rolled my eyes, stopping myself from moaning as I felt the hard budge that was against my butt. Fuck. “Dylan. H..hey.” I stammered. Why the fuck did I stammer again? What was wrong with me? I should be able to at least release a coherent sentence. But nothing was forming, the most annoying thing was that only thing I could focus on was his breathing. I wanted his mouth to come closer to my neck, and lick on that spot that he knows so well. Yeah, we have never had anything that was relating to sex, or even make out, but he knew places where I liked to b
AMELIA. "Free yourself, Amelia. I know you want this," he breathed coolly against the wet spot of my neck like a devil trying to pull me into his abyss of temptation."No-no, Dylan. This.. this is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this. Our parents—" He pressed his finger against my trembling lips.His eyes stared intensely into mine as he asks quietly. "How does resisting me makes you feel when you know deep down that you want it. You want more, Amelia. You want me so don't deny the pull we have for each other," he said and I swallowed the lump in my throat, my heart thumping really fast in my ribcage as I stared back into his eyes.There was this undeniable swirl of emotions in his eyes as he stared down at me. It felt and looked like a desire, a lustful yet loving look in his eyes that drew me closer to him as we locked gaze I wanted it too. Yes, I wanted Dylan. I needed him to be mine. I wanted him to take me. I craved for something thats more than a lick on my neck and earlobe. I
AMELIA. “Hey Valerie.” Ava greeted cheerfully while I just had a stoic expression on my face. “Hey Ava, I see that you're already adding up too. Tapping from the fatness of your dear friend here huh?” Valeria asked with a smirk up her lips and Ava just laughed. “Oh, you have no idea my dear. Plus, my man loves all this fatness in my body.” She purred and I almost choked on my spit, but I composed myself. “Trust me, he’ll get tired of it soon.” Valerie clicked her tongue. “We will just have to see about that now, won't we? How do you cope, having such small thigh and tits? How does your man grab something there? Oh fucks, I forgot. There's no ass there girl.” Ava clicked her tongue too in pity and I burst out laughing. “Are you body shaming me right now?” Valerie asked with a tight scowl on her face. “I'm just doing to you what you have been doing to me and my friend. Does it feel good to be at the end of the sword now?” Ava asked her, snickering.“You think I'm bothered? Do I l
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend Written ByOkwuma Esther (Esther~Writes) AMELIA The school Gym was packed with students; everyone seemed excited as they watched the cheer team practice their end-of-year parade. Loud pop music from one of Taylor Swift's popular jams played in the background as the girls danced. It has been one busy summer, and I couldn't believe I was finally done with the school year and by September, I would be in my finals. My eyes darted around the gym as I watched guys gush over how sexy the cheer team were. Not to lie, they were all hot, including the guys, with the hottest one being Valerie, the cheer captain and my nemesis. I could not help but glare at her with jealousy brimming in my heart; Valerie was the queen of Ravers High School. She was the typical blonde queen bee that was super rich. As much as I hate her at times I wished I had her perfect body so that I would be out there with them. I love cheerleading, but unfortunately, I wasn't bu
AMELIA Her face twisted in a way it never had as she cleaned off my spit. She was shocked at first by my audacity, but soon fury burst on her face. She kicked me in the face and my mouth bled as she screamed. "How dare you stinky bitch!" Valerie pulled my hair with her friends pulling my hand towards a toilet cabinet. I panicked and started to struggle knowing exactly what they had in their mind. I fucked up. The door was pushed open and I was pulled to the toilet. "I am sorry, Valerie, please, anything but this," I begged, but she ignored me and then shoved my head into the water. She pulled it out, "Never in your freaking life do that again." She snapped then shoved me in again. Her friends held me in place so that I couldn't escape. I wiggled and kicked my leg, fighting them, but it was no use as I was getting drowned in the toilet. They turned on the water to flush me. My screams were muffled by the water. I cried and screamed but no one came. I c
AMELIA. “Hey Valerie.” Ava greeted cheerfully while I just had a stoic expression on my face. “Hey Ava, I see that you're already adding up too. Tapping from the fatness of your dear friend here huh?” Valeria asked with a smirk up her lips and Ava just laughed. “Oh, you have no idea my dear. Plus, my man loves all this fatness in my body.” She purred and I almost choked on my spit, but I composed myself. “Trust me, he’ll get tired of it soon.” Valerie clicked her tongue. “We will just have to see about that now, won't we? How do you cope, having such small thigh and tits? How does your man grab something there? Oh fucks, I forgot. There's no ass there girl.” Ava clicked her tongue too in pity and I burst out laughing. “Are you body shaming me right now?” Valerie asked with a tight scowl on her face. “I'm just doing to you what you have been doing to me and my friend. Does it feel good to be at the end of the sword now?” Ava asked her, snickering.“You think I'm bothered? Do I l
AMELIA. "Free yourself, Amelia. I know you want this," he breathed coolly against the wet spot of my neck like a devil trying to pull me into his abyss of temptation."No-no, Dylan. This.. this is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this. Our parents—" He pressed his finger against my trembling lips.His eyes stared intensely into mine as he asks quietly. "How does resisting me makes you feel when you know deep down that you want it. You want more, Amelia. You want me so don't deny the pull we have for each other," he said and I swallowed the lump in my throat, my heart thumping really fast in my ribcage as I stared back into his eyes.There was this undeniable swirl of emotions in his eyes as he stared down at me. It felt and looked like a desire, a lustful yet loving look in his eyes that drew me closer to him as we locked gaze I wanted it too. Yes, I wanted Dylan. I needed him to be mine. I wanted him to take me. I craved for something thats more than a lick on my neck and earlobe. I
AMELIA. “You look so fucking good right now, Amelia.” He whispered in my ears and I immediately felt goosebumps go down my spine. I wanted to peel his hands off me, because people were looking. And we seemed to be in a very intimate position right now to the outside world. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, in fact, I was scared that he would take his hands off. As if he could read my thoughts, he pulled me closer to him and I rolled my eyes, stopping myself from moaning as I felt the hard budge that was against my butt. Fuck. “Dylan. H..hey.” I stammered. Why the fuck did I stammer again? What was wrong with me? I should be able to at least release a coherent sentence. But nothing was forming, the most annoying thing was that only thing I could focus on was his breathing. I wanted his mouth to come closer to my neck, and lick on that spot that he knows so well. Yeah, we have never had anything that was relating to sex, or even make out, but he knew places where I liked to b
AMELIA. We finally arrived at the party; music blared through the speakers, and drunk teenagers were everywhere. We were still inside the car, and both of us took our time as we looked and observed everything going on. I could see teenagers making out with each other on the porch of the house, tongue and everything. Almost naked, gosh. Teenagers’ parties were always like this; I wondered what the inside looked like. I looked at Ava, and her eyes met mine simultaneously. She had the same look on her face. “Are you sure this was not a mistake?” I asked her, and she smiled, but the smile wasn't genuine as she looked back at the party. “Come on, I'm sure we were not expecting anything less than this. After all, it's a teenager’s party. So let's just keep our heads in the game.” She said, and she applied her lip gloss again through the rearview mirror. “Come on, we can do this.” She said and pumped her hand in the air. “Okay, I'm sure we can,” I said as we exited the car. It was D
AMELIA My eyes stared back at the crowd in shock; I was too embarrassed to move, my brain lagging behind to process what was happening. A roaring laugh echoed in the hall, they were all laughing at me. My eyes met Dylan's. He was too stunned to react. "Amelia, you should fix your dress." The principal said with a soft tone, reality finally hit me. My hands rushed to cover my bosoms and I ran away from the stares and laugh of mockery. As I ran past Valerie I heard her snicker. "Your fat ass ruined a perfect dress." That was enough; I could not bear it. I didn't know where I was heading but I needed to leave. Tears continued running down my eyes, my sobs were caught in my throat. My heart tightened, making it difficult to breathe. I was fat so running and crying was too much stress on my heart. Valerie did this, what did I ever do to deserve such hatred? I never came in her way and always did my best to avoid her but she always finds a way to make my life a living hell.
AMELIA. After telling Ava I'd meet her in her house once I'm done with my errands, I got myself set for the witch’s cave. I could only hope that I didn't regret this; the moment I saw her, I didn't mind kneeling to beg her and plead to let Dylan go and then give me my old body back. I didn't mind having that old body back because Dylan made it known that he liked my thighs; he also made that known by always touching my thighs or squeezing them. So I would be okay if I went back to being the Fatso of the school. I pulled into my parking spot, and after taking a while in the car to perform some breathing exercises, I opened the door and went out. Please let this go well, I muttered to anyone listening in my head, but I could not help the feeling that there was a pending doom, which scared me. I stopped thinking about it as I walked into the cave; I was not enamored by how the cave was right now, though it added to my fears, and I was bothered about other things. Other things like
AMELIA. Today was another day. I was in school but couldn't think or do anything properly. My mind was occupied with what happened while I slept. That was the second time that I was choked while trying to sleep. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, and I didn't know what to do. I thought of going to the witch's place the other day, but school practicals came up, and I had to stay late in school. But I planned on going today; I would meet up and talk to her about it. Hopefully, we could find a middle ground. “So, what's up about the party?” Ava asked me. “What party?” I inquired, a bit confused.“Oh my God, I'm not even socially active, but I still know things because I pay attention,” Ava said, rolling her eyes at me, and I just laughed. “Sorry, I've been occupied with stuffs recently,” I explained to her. I couldn't say much because she would think of me differently if I told her. “Yes, I can see that. Do you want to tell me the stuff that is happening with you?” She asked m
AMELIA. As I lay on my back, my body suddenly jerked upright. My eyes snapped open wide with panic. I was choking. At first, it was just a faint construction to my throat, but within seconds, it tightened into a vice-like grip. My airway was closing, and I couldn't breathe. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy. As if weighed down by an invisible force. My hands flailed wildly, grasping for something—anything to cling to. My face contorted in agony, my skin turning a deep shade of crimson. My eyes bulged, and my mouth opened in a quiet scream. I tried to cough, but it was a weak, ineffective sound. My lungs were burning, desperate for oxygen. My chest heaved, but it was a futile effort. The room began to blur, and my vision tunnelled; I felt myself being pulled down to a suffocating abyss. I could hear noises, but they were all in my head; I imagined it. But the pain was real; I didn't understand what was wrong as I gripped my neck, desperate to breathe. I just wanted to
AMELIA. “Is it okay to say that I want you back.” He said sharply. Like he didn't think about it before he said it. I'm shocked and surprised at his outburst. Honestly, I didn't think he would say this to me. Or even say anything about this issue, but here I was. Sitting down and listening to him tell me that he wanted me back. As his friend? Because the phrase he used was mainly used for when two lovers broke up. He wants me back? If I wasn't smart enough, I would have interpreted it into something else. But I was smart, so I wasn't going to act like an idiot. “Look at me Amelia.” He said and I didn't want to. I would melt if I did, I didn't want to. “Amelia, look at me.” He said slowly and softly that I couldn't help but bend to his will. “What do you want from me, Dylan?” I asked him. “I want you.” He repeated and I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear that term again. “Stop saying you want me, we both know who you want and that we used to be friends. You're not in any pos