i always thought jennie and i would have a good friendship, one that lasted long. i always thought she genuinely thought of me as a friend and didn't judge my looks or who i was. maybe she did and i wasn't aware of it. although a part of me knew that sooner or later she'd cut me out of her life, i didn't expect it would be this soon.

thinking back to it, she never stood up for me whenever her friends - the cool kids of our classroom, bullied me about my weight. all she would do is just laugh to some of the jokes they made about me and mostly stay silent. maybe she was scared of being tossed in the water like the rest of us, who anxiously swam around a pool filled with worry and dread of becoming the next victim.

with each year passing by, my weight would always remain a hot topic for all of the bullies to make fun of. and with each year passing, jennie and i would get farther and father away from each-other, until finally our friendship was no more.

"you know, you really remind me of someone in naruto." key began. he sat down behind me, with his deskmate minho. the two were apart of the so called cool kids. we had a few things in common and although he would sometimes make fun of me for my weight, somehow, i couldn't seem to snap out of it and stop talking to him. maybe it was the way he talked to me when he wasn't joking around. he talked as if i was one of his friends, when in reality he was just a seagull, who seemed to have spotted a fish that amused him.

"which one?" i asked. he knew naruto was one of my favorite animes ever. we once had this long conversation about the strongest character in naruto and he was quite impressed by my thoughts.

"the daughter of choi. i really can't remember her name," he continued, a mocking smile making its way to his lips. "but you look a lot like her. you're both fatties, you know?"

i braced myself. yet another remark about my weight. i felt my hands ball into fists, while i looked down and didn't say anything. something within me twisted and i felt my whole body heat up, a sharp pain echoing through my chest as if it was missing a large chunk. hurt. i felt hurt.

"do you curl up into a ball and roll around too?" he asked, lowering his head slightly to meet my gaze before laughing. i heard some of his friends laugh along with him and high five him as if he had said something revolutionary, when all he was doing was offend me.

i silently turned around, facing the black chalkboard. my lips didn't dare to part, because i knew, if they did, i'd drown in my own tears. . .