i want to love (part 1)

I didn’t care how many times they made fun of me. Didn’t give a damn about how they thought of me. I just wanted to go on with my dream, my goal, my life.
“Fatty! Fatty!” the students teased.
“Look at her! She’s so ugly!” one girl said.
I couldn’t argue. It was the truth. I was fat. I was ugly. No one wanted to be friends with me. They just all teased. Wearing glasses, hair tied up, blubber fat sticking out and clothes that is all ragged and dirty. That was me.
“Look! She bought a whole buffet with her for lunch” one boy said.
“Jang Mi Hae why don’t you share that with us? There is enough for all of us right?” one girl snickered.
I buried my face in my arms embarrassed. It wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t control the way I ate. If I wasn’t full I would get cranky. No matter how much I ate I would get hungry after an hour. It was like a disease I couldn’t get rid of, a disease with no cure.
“What did your mom pack for you today?” they all laughed together.
“Don’t you dare mock my mom!” was what I wanted to say but I didn’t have the courage, no right. Everyone who attended Celeb High School was skinny, tall, pretty, handsome, and wealthy. Each and every one of them had a job of being a model, singer, actor and dancer. They all had a talent; they were all recruited to a job. Except for me. No one would want a fatty in their agency.
“I don’t know how you even got into this school” they would say
“How did you even think of becoming an actor?” another questioned.