~Rose~
It must be amazing being a bird. They can soar through that clear blue sky without a worry in the world, looking down upon our heavy-footed souls, probably thinking about how unfortunate we are, unable to spread wings and fly. Well now I sit here in my window looking up at a beautiful blue jay, wings rising over the wind and gliding away. I wish I were that bird. I wish I could escape, but I know that I can't. I have to go to school tomorrow, and face the same people again. The same people who follow me around, calling me anything they can think of that has to do with, or sometimes doesn't even seem to correlate with, my weight.
~Breanna~
Scrolling through my newsfeed on facebook, I see Rose Jefferson has posted a status. 'Hah! What could it be this time?' I chuckle to myself, reading her status out loud to my cat, Charles.
" Rose wishes should could be a bird?" I snort. That's so stupid. Who would want to be a bird? Charles brings one home every week, dead as can be. So Rose wants to be dead? I'm surprised she isn't already with all of that fat she's got hanging around her. I mean, c'mon. She's known around the school as The Fat Girl. Even she knows it. How could she not? I laugh as I put down my laptop, and check my text messages, 14 new ones. Looks like we've all got a plan for Rose tomorrow, and I'm so in.