I'm SICK of Being BERTHA!!!!!!!!.........Part 10

When she got home that day, Bertha went straight to the mirror to see how things were looking. To her delight, she looked even better than she’d looked that morning. She wondered if she would ever reach a point where she was so beautiful that it was impossible to look any better. “Might as well find out,” she said aloud, taking 8 more of her beauty pills.

By the end of that month, it was official—Bertha was the most popular girl in school. Every day she was more beautiful than the next, and people couldn’t help but notice. Everyone seemed to want a piece of her. As she walked up to her school Thursday morning, crowds of students followed her like parasites, fawning all over her and hanging on her every word. Of course, all of this was new to Bertha. All her life she’d been fat and ugly, and people had actually gone out of their way to avoid her. Now all the attention was almost overwhelming. But she loved every second of it, and she would do anything to keep it. That was why she knew she had to get rid of Milbert somehow. If anyone happened to see her associating with him, it could seriously dent her social life. She’d tried being distant and not returning his calls, but the boy couldn’t seem to take a hint. Every time she tried to lose him he came bouncing right back like an excited puppy, slobbering all over her. But it was this Thursday morning that Milbert drew the last straw.

As Bertha marched up to the school with her “followers” as she liked to call them, Milbert had the nerve to approach her, right there in a public place. “Hey Bertha, can I talk to you—in private?” he asked. Bertha rolled her eyes. Who did he think he was? “Actually Milbert, I’ve been wanting to talk to YOU,” she said, grabbing his arm and yanking him away from the group. She didn’t want to talk about their relationship in front of her followers. If any of them weren’t yet aware that she actually used to date this loser, she didn’t need them finding out about it now. “Listen Mil, I think you’re a really nice guy and bla bla bla, I just don’t think we should see each other anymore,” she explained hastily, eager to get the whole over-rated break-up conversation out of the way. Milbert’s face twisted into a look that was a mixture of hurt and confusion. He stood silently for a while as Bertha tapped a foot impatiently. Finally, he managed to choke out, “What? Why?” Bertha let out an exasperated sigh. Naïve little Milbert. What in the heck made him think she’d still want to be with someone like him, now that she could snag a guy 100 times better? “I just don’t think it’s working out. Sorry Milbert. It’s over,” she said coldly, turning to walk away. But then he did the unthinkable. He dropped to his knees and wailed, “Bertha!! No! Please don’t leave me, PLEASE!!” People were starting to stare. Bertha felt her face grow hot. “Bertha, I’ll do anything! Just don’t leave me!” She tried to hurry off, but he grabbed her leg and hung on, like a little kid who didn’t want his mommy to leave for work. “Bertha no, NO!!” he screamed. He was sobbing loudly now, and his grip on her leg wasn’t getting any looser. “Milbert, what are you DOING?” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Let go of me, you’re making a scene!” She tried to shake him off, but he was surprisingly strong for someone of his size. All around the schoolyard, people stopped what they were doing to crowd around. Bertha was embarrassed beyond belief. How could he do this to her?? Suddenly, Ryan—the same Ryan that had made fun of her pink spandex outfit on the bus—made a shocking move. “Hey dork, get off her!” he yelled, grabbing Milbert by the legs and picking him off of her like a piece of lint. Milbert may have been strong considering he was about the size of a 10-year-old, but he was no match for Ryan. He continued to lie in a crumpled heap on the ground, his world apparently crashing down around him, as Bertha and her followers walked away.

The following weeks were somewhat uneventful. Bertha was still taking her pills, and still looking better and better. Her classmates still thought she was the greatest thing since sliced bread. They copied everything she did and said, wanting to be just like her. She could have worn her old over-sized pink spandex jogging suit to school and still would've been considered the most fashionable girl in town. But most importantly, she was still fuming at Milbert after the embarrassing scene he’d made when she’d broken up with him. “He’ll get his,” she said to herself as she approached her locker one morning. “No one crosses Bertha and gets away with it.” At least Milbert seemed to have learned his lesson—he hadn’t tried to talk to her since that day. Now he walked through the halls alone, keeping his eyes on the ground, never daring to look at her. Or anyone, for that matter. She paused to sneer at some ugly guy that appeared to be checking her out as he walked by before yanking her locker open. As she grabbed her Algebra book, she noticed a plain white envelope stashed in with the rest of her things. She sighed. “This better not be another letter from Milbert. I can understand him being in love with me and all…” she said, staring into the giant magnetic mirror she’d put up in her locker, “but this is just pathetic.” She grabbed the envelope and pulled out a red piece of paper. Scrawled in the middle of the page were the words, “I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I really wish people wouldn’t put their TRASH in my locker!” she screamed down the hallway, casting a look of accusation at a freshmen standing near by. She was about to crumple up the paper and find a dork to throw it at when she noticed there was something else in the envelope. She reached in and pulled out a photograph--and gasped in shock. Her hand began to quiver as she stared at the picture in disbelief.

Part 11 coming soon!

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