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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 00:55:54 No.68137904 Report

>It’s been a week since I moved here and I already feel like a freak everywhere I go. Everyone stares at me and whispers behind my back.
>It’s just like rock bottom all over again but hey at least I managed to make some friends while here but sometimes I feel like maybe they see me as a freak as well.
>I don’t get what’s wrong with me, is it because of my arms? Maybe I'm too lanky? Or maybe my legs are too long for my body?
>It’s the worst in the gym. I remember the coach even took me aside and asked if I had some baggier clothes to cover up.
>Christ I feel like Quasimodo and I'll probably end up like him as well. Might as well stop thinking about it anyways. It's lunch time and at least I can eat with some people and feel normal for even a little bit.
>I enter the lunch room and sit down at the table where I only see Naser and Reed which is odd since I don’t know where the rest of the group went.
>”Where’s the others?”
>”Oh uh Trish and Fang are in math with Mr.Carl apparently they needed to make up some homework.”
>”I guess that makes sense.” Turning to face Naser who seems ready to destroy a meatball sub I stop him before he takes a bite.
>”Where’s Naomi? Doesn’t she usually hang around you?”
>”She had some work to do with the gardening club, apparently they needed to work out the schedules?”
>I nod and eyeing his sandwich I get a bit hungry especially with how shitty the free lunches are. Even just a single meatball from it would be a hundred times better than what they serve here.
>”Hey Naser, mind spotting me a meatball?”
>”No way you already got enough meat as it is.” Once he says that I hear Reed stifle a laugh.
>Dick.
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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 00:56:59 No.68137936 Report

Quoted By: >>68137968

>>68137904
>I can’t believe I'm sitting at a table with Naomi but desperate times I guess. Looking over to Trish she’s got her phone out typing away furiously but I can’t really see.
>”Where are they? I still want to get lunch after this shit.”
>I’m not sure I texted them a while ago. I even made sure to send them to the right room number!” Naomi sounds exhausted but right on cue the doors open and Stella and Rosa walk in side by side.
>”There you guys are. Please take a seat and once everyone is comfortable we can get started.”
>Rosa and Stella take a seat and Trish is still typing away furiously even bouncing her knee. Naomi is looking at her unsure if she should say anything but soon Trish shoved her phone back in her pocket.
>”N-now that we have everyone I assume we all know w-what or who we’re going to be talking about…”
>”Just say it! It’s about Anon and that thing he’s swinging!”
>”T-Trish that’s rude listen we can’t just-”
>”Rude?! Who cares about being rude Naomi! Anon’s walking around with a battering ram attached to his hips!”
>I can see Naomi’s face brighten a shade of red I didn’t think was possible after Trish says that.
>”Naomi there has to be something you can do isn’t there some rule about dress code?”
>Wow it’s really gotten this bad if Trish is the one asking about school rules.
>”Si Trish is right! I try to be a virtuous woman and I know God gives his hardest trials to his greatest soldiers but this is too much!”
>”I must remind myself of Matthew 26:41 when he walks past me in the hallway! I’ve never been like this before! He’s like an incubus who walks amongst us.”
>”Everyone please I understand your frustrations but try to stay calm Anon’s a student just like us talking like this about him is quite rude.”
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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 00:58:00 No.68137968 Report

Quoted By: >>68138152

>>68137936
>”I’ve tried talking to principal Spears about this but he told me that he’s not doing it maliciously and the student body should be more understanding about these things.”
>”Understanding? I’ve been eating lunch with him and I can’t get the meatball subs anymore without thinking about it.” I’ve been way too quiet about this. It's time I speak up.
>”Naomi, that thing looks bigger than my forearm. You could probably stack a baker's dozen of donuts on it and still have a few inches poking out!”
>Si it doesn’t help that he doesn’t realize! When we were in the garden pulling weeds he was standing over me with a trash bag full of them and I was face to face with la bestia!”
>”He just asked where he should put the trash bag and I couldn’t speak. It’s like I was re-learning English. I just kept looking at it until Stella saved me.”
>Looking over to Stella she’s been oddly quiet this whole time she looks up and I notice her tail is wrapped around her leg.
>”Sorry I was just um checking something. I think Anon is a really nice guy but Rosa is right it seems like he doesn’t really know what he’s doing.”
>”Bullshit! No guys just pretends not to know what he’s got going on he’s just pretending because that skinnie fuck get’s off on this!”
>”I swear he doesn't. I spoke with him and he even told me about how people just stare at him and whisper about him behind his back and he doesn’t know why.”
>”Stella he’s trying to trick you, don't let that skinnie get his hands on you! That’s what they want!”
>’I don’t mind him getting his hands on me.’
>Why is everyone looking at me like that?
>”Fang what did you just say?”
>Oh shit that was out loud.
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