You swore you could smell the new student before she came in. She looked to weigh about 400 pounds, maybe more! She had a bottom heavy, bell shaped body that barely fit into her sailor uniform. Her shirt was tucked under her flabby breasts and looked absolutely soaked with sweat, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her stomach rolled over her skirt waistband, which did little to cover her massive cellulite ridden bottom, much less her stained underwear. Her shoulder length hair was greasy black, and her nose, which held up her cheap looking glasses, looked like it’d been stretched wide.
You homeroom teacher, Mr. Akira, strode into the room soon after, showing no sign of being bothered by this nasty girl’s miasma of odors. “Class,” he announced, “This is our new transfer student Mildred Pitts. She’s here all the way from Wisconsin.”
“T-thank you, Mr. Akira,” Mildred said in a deep, nasally kind of voice, “Nice to meet you all. It’s alright, you can go ahead and stare. I get how disgusting I look. I don’t mind. I like being gross.”
She... liked being disgusting? You were on board with body positivity and loving yourself, but there’s no way that she’s healthy in the slightest!
“So, where do I sit, Mr. Akira?” Mildred asked.
“You’re assigned to sit to the left of Mr. Doe,” the teacher explained. With a nod, the new girl waddled over to her seat, right next to yours. As she sat down, her chair suddenly creaked loudly, protesting its purpose with all its strength. She used her uniform’s tie to blow her nose into. It made you wince hard.
As Mr. Akira went over the day’s announcements, Mildred suddenly let out a loud, wet fart that went on for like 10 seconds. Most everyone within radius started gagging on the sudden unspeakable smell.
“Pardon me, had a lot of eggs for breakfast,” Mildred said.
You had a feeling that if this school doesn’t tear her apart, she would end up tearing *it* apart.