The Fat Program

Chapter 4

 Cameron's P.O.V.

Today's just not my day. I groaned inwardly as I banged a fist on my new apartment door. I was supposed to move in today, but as you can see, I'm currently having trouble.

I rested my head on the door and sighed. Now how am I supposed to get inside? I tired and still have to move my bed in to rest. Every minute I stand here waiting, the moving guys are billing me, right now they're probably doubling it because I’m just standing here.

What am I supposed to do! I wanted to scream to the world but couldn't because I'd cause my new neighbor’s a disturbance.  I was raking my brain, trying to think of a way to get inside. 

The lobby lady wasn't here, but then again, I didn't expect her to be. She was probably a lazy teen who just sat at the desk texting friends, and then when lunch came around she was off for hours on end. No help from her.

I tried remembering something she said. The manager living here? Or building owner? I don't know, but they lived in like the center of the whole complex, one of the middle floors.

I sighed out loud again. Great, now I'm going to have to walk around like an idiot and try to locate the guy. 

As I got un-slouched, my fat pack fell out of my shirt. Damn. I bent down to pick it up, replacing it where it was to begin with.

Okay, don't ask, I'll tell you. I'm not big or anything, it's just I have a great body, and girls can't seem to leave me alone. 

I've only had my eye out for one girl in particular, but I think I ruined it by everything I did to her. In my eyes, she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but I couldn't have her. It broke my heart every time I went to visit her. I'd get mad and take my anger out on her, I was horrible, and now I don' know where she went. The one girl I've loved left the day she turned eighteen. 

It's not like I visited her very often, I only went over there when my dad told me to come with him, but when her parents died we just left her alone. I'm pretty sure she's forgotten me, but then again, who could or get the one person who tortured them when they were a toddler. I messed up and now Karma won't even let me think of other girls besides her. Karma's a bitch.

The fat pack that I wear now is to make all those desperate girls leave me the heck alone. I'm good looking and all, but as I explained earlier, the whole- 'my only girl’ just ruined my chances with others. Every time I tried having a relationship it got ruined because I'd think of Janey.

Well, Janet. Her nickname from me was Janey, but I haven't called her that since we were kids. But then again I haven't seen her either. But back to what I was doing.

I trudged up the stairs, no effort needed. I mean come on, I only wear a fat pack, not that I am.  Walking was the easy part, but when it came to doing it in front of other people, well…. That’s another story.

When a large person walks by you, the first thing you notice, is how they jiggle when thy walk. I’m not really large so I can’t really ‘jiggle.’ But I’m still smart. I went to this lady who specializes in special effects make-up and clothing designs.

Her name was Lizzy, and she just so happened to be related to me on my mom’s side of the family. Because we were related, she decided to help me with my rather ‘Large’ issue. Ha-ha… get it?

She helped me pick out the size I wanted, she even helped me get used to putting it on myself without help since it was a two person job. When she was done putting all this jelly type stuff into the packing and putting the fake skin over it, you couldn’t even tell it wasn’t apart of me. Every detail on my actual stomach she put in there. Such as, I have a birthmark on the side on me down by my waist it’s not in any specific shape or anything, but she painted it on there so perfectly. Everything about the suit was exactly like me. It’s kind of scary if you think about it.