She was around five feet and four inches. Her hair fell around her shoulders, blacks as night. Her smile was rather sweet and her skin was tanned, kissed by the sun and by a spanish heritage of many generations ago. She always wore this terribly tacky red sweater and jeans. She was overweight by around thrity pounds. She did not care. Hapinnes was abound. she had friends and family and everything a sweet girl like her could need.But there came a day when she opened her eyes and found herself face to face with the most popular boy in school.. He was beautiful. Almost angel like but his ego was bigger than the will of the girl. He looked at her scornfully even gave her a nickname that made her cry many a night "Fatty Patty" She was fully in love with him but his insults were too much for her to bear. She stood in fornt of a mirror and vomited her food. SHe stared at herself in the mirror and found herself disgusting. She was wha he implied.

Junior high went along and Patricia grew less chirpy and more quiet. HEr mother then took her out and home schooled her in another city.

And on her Senior year Fatty Patty returned.

And this time she came with one thing in mind..Seducing and destroying the boy who made her hate herself.

She was no longer fat. She was five eight. Long black hair reached her waist and sculpted slender body moved confidently. Her bone structure was marvelous . Rosy lips and tanned skin matched and she was ready to take on the world. Now she called herself Trisha and the old patty was forgotten. Well not really. Thrisha had no confidence in herself. He had stolen that. SHe had rage to make up for it tough.