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Non-Ordinary Fat Story

Non-Ordinary Fat Story

Vainjessel

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What makes this story unordinary? Are you fat just like Triah? Do you have imperfections? Who's your strength to keep yourself positive? Your parents? What if your parents will be the ones who will put a stain on your positive world? Can you keep going? Because Triah, I don't know either if she's strong enough to face the world.

Chapter 1 SYNOPSIS

Non-Ordinary Fat Story (English)

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This is going to be a hard time for me, I am so problematic about so many things in life. Plus I always hear the loud quarrel between mommy and daddy.

I don't know what to do just to overcome this stressful week. I am currently walking down this hallway alone. I have no friends, because of my size.

I have no friends because no one is willing to be my friend. And to tell you honestly ... I am their favorite classmate, schoolmate, and student they have in this so-called 'prestigious' school.

Why?

I am now on my way to open my locker. But as soon as I opened it, students were approaching behind me.

I do not know why.

I looked inside the locker to get my stuff inside. But I saw a red card, wait?

Red card?

What is this?

Meteor Garden?

Boys over Flowers?

I just smirked when I held the red card. Suddenly someone shouted,

"CUT!"

"Pay attention guys," the assistant said.

I looked at Derek's behavior as if I was bored. And then my assistants approached to fix the makeup on my face.

"What's wrong with you Triah? I hope it is okay. Why are you smirking? Hayst." Derek whispered angrily to me.

I was bored because of his angry tone.

"Why? Because of your old school Derek. I'm Haide here. I'm not Jandi and Sanchai." I walked out at the same time.

"Why. Hey Triah. Come back here, we haven't finished shooting yet. Ahhh!" Derek was already irritated when he shouted at me.

"We'll continue the shoot tomorrow Derek! And then make sure you fix the script, I don't like that scene. So common. Bye!" I wave backward at them. I could still hear Derek's grumbling.

Tsk. They don't seem to be used to me anymore. They're the ones who will need to adjust! I am an actress here. They are not the ones who will act, instead, me.

This is a wonderful day. Stressful but still fine. I felt something inside my stomach. I need to eat.

I might even lose weight if I don't eat. I feel like I'm losing weight now. I only ate five plates of rice earlier.

That's why I'm still hungry. Pity my fats. I need to refill my stomach now.

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