Allergic to Skin (my horrible life)

My classmates have always been scared of me. It’s not because I’m a buIIy, but it’s because of my skin disease. My body parts are often swollen and covered in bruises. That’s why many kids called me the ‘blue Huntchback of Notredam.” The only person who defended me was Paul. He didn’t mind how I looked. And that’s why he asked me to become his girlfriend. Of course, I said yes. But there was one problem: His parents. When they saw my skin all swollen and blue, they thought I was a freak and asked “what’s wrong with you?” I said “I have a skin disease called “Chronic Idiopathic Hives” and whenever someone or something touches me, I’ll have an allergic-like reaction to it. But don’t worry, it’s not contagious.” His mom responded “My son won’t date a freak like you. He deserves a pretty girl that won’t embarrass him in public.” Her words hit me like a slap in the face. But Paul came to my defence and screamed “mom, you are so fat, why don’t you care about your own problems first?” When we got into Paul’s