I'm SICK of Being BERTHA!!!!!!!!........Part 9

It's a long one this time, guys! I'm gonna have to start making these parts longer from now on or there might be like 50 parts before the story's over! Anywho...

That night Bertha took off her clothes, which didn’t fit anymore, and stepped onto the scale. She’d lost an unbelievable 38 pounds since that morning, and her weight was still dropping rapidly. She stood in front of the mirror, trying out different make-up combinations. Bertha still couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She couldn’t believe she actually looked sort of decent, and that her looks were only getting better by the minute. She thought about how Milbert had reacted that day after school when he’d come to walk her to the bus. "Wow Bertha, lookin’ hot," he’d said. Hot…a real live human person had called her hot! Never in her wildest dreams did Bertha ever expect to hear someone call her that, unless they were being sarcastic. She looked up at the clock and realized it was getting late. She grabbed her bottle of pills, swallowed five more, turned out the light, and crawled into bed. All night, she dreamed about being beautiful.

Bertha was the talk of the school the next day. "I heard she’s bulimic," someone said. "I heard she got her stomach stapled," replied someone else. She’d lost another 64 pounds over night, and had to borrow some of her cousin’s clothes since her old ones didn’t fit. The rate of her weight loss was mind-blowing—if she’d been staring at herself in the mirror all day, she might have seen herself shrinking right before her eyes. Every girl she saw wanted to know her secret. "Ohhh, just good old-fashioned diet and exercise," she chuckled after a girl named Maria asked how she’d lost the weight. Privately, she imagined herself saying, "Ohhh, I broke into the Drastic Changes company in the middle of the night and stole twelve bottles of pills." She giggled some more. Suddenly Milbert came up behind her and tickled her waist, which was actually somewhat distinguishable now that it wasn’t buried under globs of fat. She playfully pushed him away and asked what he was up to. "Not much, just checking out my hot girlfriend," he replied with a snort. Bertha had never really thought about Milbert’s occasional snorting before, but now she realized it was kind of annoying. Milbert talked on and on about how his aunt Mildred was coming over that night and how excited he was or something like that. She was only half-listening. She was too busy thinking about how much weight she was losing and wondering what she would look like by the end of the week.

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Bertha stood in front of the mirror and took off her glasses. Without them, her nose didn’t look beak-like at all. She was actually quite pretty. She’d gone to the eye-doctor that day to get some new contacts—gorgeous bright blue ones. It was almost three weeks since the day she’d taken her first pill, and her hair had grown long and incredibly shiny. She’d died it a shimmery blonde a few days ago, the same day she’d gotten her braces removed. Her skin had cleared up completely, and now it glowed with a flawless radiance. But most amazingly of all, she’d lost a total of 334 pounds over the past few weeks. She was down to 126!! She’d lost so much weight, her mom was forced to buy her a whole new wardrobe—and this time Bertha had paid attention to the fashion magazines. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d dreamed about it all her life, but now that her dream was finally coming true she kept thinking she was going to wake up any minute now and everything would be back to the way it was—she would be the fat, ugly outcast she’d always been. But there was no time to stand around pondering life. She had to get to school. It was a beautiful day, so Bertha decided to walk all the way there instead of waiting around for the slow old school bus.

About a block from her house, some construction workers were out fixing a broken water line near the crosswalk. She pressed the button and waited for the "walk" symbol to show up. She happened to glance behind her as she waited and noticed a group of the construction men staring at her. "What are they looking at—do I have something stuck to my butt again?" she wondered, remembering the time she’d sat on someone’s sandwich at school. The men smiled slyly and whispered to one another, their eyes still locked on her. One of them yelled, "Hey sexy, need a lift?" and the rest of them laughed. "Want my number, baby?" another one called out. She looked around, trying to figure out who they were talking to. Suddenly she realized she was the only one on the sidewalk. They must’ve been talking to HER…someone was actually hitting on her! Bertha whipped around and yelled, "Stop undressing me with your eyes, you perverted pigs!" She’d heard someone say that somewhere, and had been waiting to use that line for years. The light turned red and Bertha sauntered across the street with her head held high, the construction men still whistling and cat-calling after her. She’d never had anything like this happen to her, and the feeling was exhilarating. All her life Bertha had either blended into the wall, or been the object of ridicule. But apparently things were different now—nearly every man she saw that morning stared, drooled, or rolled down the window of his car to whistle at her. Bertha was on top of the world by the time she strolled up to the front walkway of her school. "Hey Bertha," a cute guy sitting on a bench called out. "What’s up Bertha?" said another, looking her up and down. She couldn’t believe it—she didn’t even know these guys, but THEY knew her, and they were talking to her! Suddenly she noticed Milbert heading towards the front steps. Quickly, she ducked behind a bush, hoping he hadn’t seen her. She’d been trying to avoid him lately. All his annoying little habits were really starting to drive her crazy. But it was too late. Milbert had seen her, and he was already making an embarrassing scene. "Bertha! HEY BERTHA!! Yoo-hoooo, silly! Over here, it’s me, Milbert!!" he shouted across the schoolyard, jumping up and down and waving frantically. "Hey, come here! I need you to check out this green stuff on my toe…I think it’s a fungus!! Bertha, hello?? Over here!!" Bertha had no choice but to hurry over to Milbert and shut him up. "Hey Milbert," she said, hoping no one would notice her talking to him. He reached over to grab her hand, but she quickly jerked it out reach. He looked hurt. "What’s wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice. Bertha felt horrible, but she couldn't deny what she felt inside. She just didn’t want to be around him anymore--not today, not ever. "Ummm…nothing. I just gotta get to class. Catch ya later," she said, hurrying up the steps to the front door. She wondered how she could break up with Milbert without breaking his heart.

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