Chapter 1Queen Bee Framed Me for Being Fat and Got What She Deserved

When we were planning our Christmas show, Tiffany, our queen bee, convinced everyone to chip in for matching uniforms.

But when the uniforms arrived, mine was a joke. The fabric was thin and scratchy, and the size I had ordered as a 3XL had been swapped for a Small.

I went to Tiffany to ask for an exchange. She cut me off impatiently.

"You're bigger than everyone. Your uniform costs more. What quality did you expect? Maybe if you weren't so fat, you wouldn't have this problem. Figure it out."

After humiliating me, she turned and walked away.

But when I refused to just accept the uniform, she panicked.

Tiffany's humiliating words cut through the room. Every classmate turned to stare, their judgmental eyes burning into me.

Tiffany didn't care. She pressed on, sharp and merciless..

"Let's be real, you're fat. If you were thinner, it would fit. It's that simple."

"This was a custom order with our names on it. You can't just return it just because you feel like it."

"Just make it fit. Stop being so difficult!"

I bit my lip white, still struggling to be heard. The fabric was cheap and rough. It was not smooth like the others. And the size was wrong. This was not the 3XL I ordered.

Everyone else was in their perfec uniforms. I stood there, a misfit. I took a breath, shut out their stares, and spoke.

"Tiffany, never mind the quality. This uniform is too small. I can't even get into it.!"

The words had barely left my mouth when Tiffany's face twisted with impatience.

"I said no!” She yelled. “How do I know you didn't just mess up your own size? And besides, we're not that close!"

I instinctively took a half-step back, my voice dropping. "Sorry, I-"

Ashley, Tiffany's friend, cut me off.

"Oh my god, you fat pig, you're doing too much! You filled out the form yourself, and now you're complaining it's too small? What do you even want?"

"You're being so pushy! She's not your nanny. Who do you think you are, some kind of princess?"

I shook my head, trying to deny it. But Ashley wasn't listening. "Well, can't you just squeeze your fat into it then? How small can it possibly be?"

Just then, Tiffany, who had been quiet, spoke up. Her voice carried a strange, wounded tone.

"Chloe, are you trying to cause trouble on purpose? You clearly filled out a Small yourself. Why are you trying to make it look like I deliberately ordered the wrong size for you?"

With that, she pulled up the digital form where we'd submitted our sizes. I leaned in, my heart sinking.

My size was listed as S, not the 3XL I knew I had entered!

Before I could process it, others crowded around to see. Someone snatched the uniform from my hands to check the tag.

"It is a Small," they said, their eyes sweeping over me without a hint of shame. "Of course it doesn't fit. Is she pretending to be skinny or something? She filled it out herself, so who knows what she's trying to pull."

"Seriously?" another voice chimed in. "I'm 110 pounds and I wear a Large. You, at over 200, put down an S? The audacity."

"She's so disgusting. She messed up her own order and has the nerve to blame Tiffany."

Their words came at me, one after another, suffocating me. I gained weight two years ago because I was sick and on hormone medication. After I recovered, I tried desperately to lose weight, but with little success. Now, it had become their weapon to attack me.

I looked at them, enunciating each word. "I reported 3XL. I'm fat, and I'm well aware of it."