The Fat Boy Chronicles by Diane Lang & Diane Lang

Author:Diane Lang & Diane Lang
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sleeping Bear Press
Published: 2009-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

Pollution

Looking over man’s sin against nature,

A lone warrior stands at the edge of a cliff.

The sun obscured by stark, ugly monoliths,

He watches the world turn into a concrete killing field.

Between the cracks of decayed gravity,

He falls away from the planet.

Thursday, 2–15

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I used to like Valentine’s Day, because of all the candy and cookies teachers gave out in elementary and middle school. Now it seems kinda cheesy. You can buy single carnations at school and then send them to someone. Some of the girls got a bunch. Even some of the guys got carnations. I don’t have a girlfriend, so I didn’t send any. I thought about sending one to Sable, but then she’d have to tell who sent it and it probably would embarrass her.

I’ve put back on a few of the pounds I lost. Ever since the party, I’ve been really depressed. Spencer doesn’t come around any more and has even started hanging out with Nate. Allen thinks Spencer’s a real jerk and that I should say something to him. It won’t change things—Spencer doesn’t want to be seen anymore with a fat geek with “man–boobs.” It gets harder and harder to go to school. Kids still laugh at me all the time and call me names to my face. They have to notice I’ve lost weight. Are they just getting in their last digs before I’m skinnier than them? Except for Allen, Sable and Paul, everyone treats me like I have leprosy. I asked Mr. M if Allen and I could eat lunch in his classroom, because it’s too noisy in the lunchroom. He said it would be okay, as long as we brown bag it. That helps in some ways, but in other ways it makes us feel even more apart. Allen encourages me to stick to my diet, even though he eats junk food all the time. “You’re more disciplined than me,” he said. “So you have a chance at losing the weight. I’m doomed to be fat.”

I saw Sable at youth group tonight. She asked why I didn’t eat in the lunchroom any more. I shrugged and said that I hated it in there. She asked me to hang out with her and her friends in the lunch hallway. “We never eat the school lunches. They’re gross. You’re not supposed to eat in the hall, but kids do anyway.” I told her I might do that, but I don’t feel comfortable around her friends. They’re what you call “emo,” and they’re considered really weird. I don’t think they’d like me any more than anyone else. They might be even worse, since most of them are vegans and probably think I’m committing murder every time I eat a cheeseburger. Paul used to hang out with them the few days he showed up for school. He skips all the time now. I don’t know how he gets away with it. The school usually calls when you’re not there, but maybe his parents have given up on him and don’t care whether he goes to school or not.

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