'This is *munch* humiliating.'
Ashley spat at the air as she remain shut away in the Phys. Ed. Department's lone office, reserved for the head coach. Seriously, here she was locked away in her own office like some kind of freakshow while that fatass Courtney went out there and got to do a lousy version of her job! What she was brought on board to do, for Pete's sake!
But no, not for her! Not with her awful luck! This place was evil, Ashley could swear by it. First she breaks her leg, then she can't teach Gym, and then just when she's starting to feel like she's got everything back together in her life, that fat bitch Ms. Polluck snatches it away and makes her the Assistant Coach. How could she possibly expect her to work under some doughy blonde who can't keep her fat fingers out of the cookie jar?
'Goddamn *crunch*'stupid''
Ashley was beyond words, her thin face racked with rage as it slowly descended into a maddened shade of red. She gripped the arms of her new wheelchair, apparently her new job came with a throne. 'Oh no Ashley, we wouldn't want you to upset your leg!' She could hear Ms. Polluck laughing it up right now in her office, that fat belly of hers jiggling all over the place. Now not only was she an 'assistant', she was also 'crippled.' Legitimately this time!
'Hate this' fuckin''*chew*'
Ashley loathed the very walls that once barracked her, the fact that all her knick-knacks and motivational posters were missing made it seem foreign and uninviting. Instead she had Ms. Farron's crap to look at, probably coated in sugar. If they were going to keep her in here like Quasimodo, they might as well have let her decorate a little!
It wasn't very long ago that she had been given her first 'assignment' by Courtney (she would never call her Coach Farron!). First P.E. Class of the day and all, Ashley was expecting to do some paperwork or some other crap. Something to keep her busy. But no, the fatass doesn't even drop by to say hello until fifteen minutes in while the girls are on their 'run.'
'Hey Ms. Knight, how you holding up?' she had asked
'Oh not badly,' Ashley responded, 'I'm just fucking miserable!'
So the big blonde blimp opens up her lowest desk drawer, lo and behold, it's filled with more crap than Ashley's economics class ever could have hoped to have been! Tells Ashley that she has to 'dispose' of the confiscated food, as per new rule concerning some bullshit about ants in the school. Ashley started shouting so loud that the thunderous footsteps of her former students began to fade beneath her voice. But it was this or pay the piper her blood money.
So she began to eat. It wasn't long before she became lost in thought, rather in rage, and things began to blur together. Bags and bags of chips became one in the same, honey buns and donuts became one glazed gobble, and candy came easy down her throat as she lost herself in a haze of impudent rage.
In all honesty, she had no idea how much she was eating. A better question would be how she was eating so much. And while she would never admit it, or even realize it, it helped relieve stress.
Apparently she was a naturally born comfort eater.
'Show those fuckin' slobs whose'BUUUURAP'' she caught herself and looked around for something to drink, 'Uncooperative' so outta here next semestUURRP''
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