You were thirteen. Your dad divorced your mom back when you were three. You didn't see her much, but you didn't need to. She was just a junkie anyways... When you got into middle school. You were a popular kid with your name written in gold. You were asked to your first dance, you were tricked into a sick prank. From then on, you were daddy's little heart breaker "Listen to me doll face. You ain't chubby. Those people are just mad you got curves and they don't."