JANET

GINGER: Sometimes I wonder why Hu will not just leave me alone, and other times I am kind of glad. If he did not care about what his actions did to me, then I probably would have killed myself. Today, the hockey team is traveling to the Blue Shadow Pack. My luggage is almost empty, because over the past two weeks, I have put on a lot of weight. As I stare at myself in the mirror, all I feel is disgust. My arms look flabby, and I cannot help but pull at the bulging fat on my back. I have stress-eaten so much that I did not realize it until now. No wonder I have been getting bullied so much. My heart aches as I think of the best way to mask the fat. I rush to my wardrobe, pulling out a tape. Drawing out a long streak, I place the end on my left armpit, then wrap it around, looking at the mirror. It looks good, so I continue until I feel comfortable. Then I grab my shirt, draping it over my body. Examining myself in the mirror, I see that I have managed to mask the back fat, but my arms a