High school fat ass, that’s my name too. I just started 10th grade about a month ago, and I’ve stolen my grandfather’s whiskey twice. I don’t know why I can’t be treated like a normal person. I am the same on the inside as everyone else. I love God. I go to church every Sunday and sing in the choir, I do things for God but every night I pray to him that I can go through school tomorrow and not be called “whale girl,” or “fat bitch.” God hasn’t listened yet, but I won’t stop trying. Someday I’ll be OK, I have faith.