Amy: The Fun-Lover

Everyone in school knew Amy, but you were among the relative few to be able to call her something of a friend. She went to every party, even the ones she hadn't been invited to. Most of her fellow students liked her for her jovial attitude and her laid-back demeanor, but some students and most of the teachers just called her a slob, or a slacker, and they weren't entirely wrong. But the ones that really tried to mess with her or get her in trouble found out that her wild side was as much a **** to be reckoned with as it was a thing to celebrate, and the ones she didn't annoy into tearing out their own hair would find themselves the subject of some truly devastating pranks.

But for the most part, Amy was a fun person to be around. She was short, but wide, and she didn't let her weight bother her or let anyone else bother her over it. Sure, she'd wear some loose t-shirt and baggy jeans most of the time for comforts sake, but she wasn't afraid to show off the hefty chest, awesomely fat ass, or plush stomach underneath from time to time either. She didn't let it slow her down any either; the girl could move, and it was the 'organized' part of organized athletics that kept her off the school teams. Add to that her long dark hair, smooth brown skin, and cocky attitude, she was a hard girl to overlook, even if she was lower than most people's eye-level.