Perfect

Chapter 1

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"Christmas!" squealed my best friend, Carrie, as we left our school for the holidays. I was so happy that they were finally here, and that the Christmas tests were over.

"I know!" I said back and laughed. No school for two weeks!

"We need to celebrate!" announced Carrie, throwing her fist in the air. "Shopping!"

I groaned. Carrie was an only child, and she got everything she wanted. I had an older brother, which meant sharing.

"You know I hate shopping," I moaned, but I was already being dragged towards Carrie's mum's car. I carpooled with her because my mom worked nearly non stop.

"Yeah, but it's Christmas!" Carrie replied before yanking the big Range Rover's door open. "Hey Mum."

"Hey girls!" replied Carrie's mum. She was quite young looking, considering she was a 40 year old woman, and she had amazing hair. Carrie, fortunately, had inherited her looks but not her common sense.

"Hey," I replied, giving a small wave to the middle mirror in the car.

"Mum, can you bring us to Greenfield's?" Carrie asked as she searched through her bag for her purse. She never left the house without it. Ever. I never had money to spend, though Carrie shared with me.

"Sure honey," Carrie's mum said but then glanced at me in the mirror. "Emma, is it okay if you go shopping with us?"

I shrugged. "I'll ring my mum."

My mum was one of those people who wanted to know where I was every single second of every single day. It got quite annoying if you were friends with someone like Carrie, who wanted to go to different places at the click of a button. We were supposed to go to the shops one time, and we ended up going to the beach.

"Hurry up," moaned Carrie, who was now clutching onto her purse.

"Fine, fine, but shush!" I told her as the phone rang.

"Hello?" said Mum in a warm tone.

"Hey Mum, it's me. I just wanted to ask you if it's okay if I go to Greenfield's with Carrie. I'll he home by 8 at the latest, I promise."

"Well...okay, Emma. Bye."

"Bye Mum." I hung up the phone and nodded at Carrie. She burst into a smile.

"Lets go Mum!" she yelled to her mother, who started the engine of the car.

All the way to Greenfield's we sang cheesy Christmas songs and whispered to each other, mostly rumors and about who was cute at our school. Carrie found nearly the entire boys section hot, apart from the complete losers. I didn't tell Carrie this, but I thought some of the guys in the 'loser' section were kind of sweet.

"Okay, I'll let you girls off for a while," Carrie's mum told us after she parked the car. "But be back here for 7:30, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Carrie said, waving her hand around. "C'mon, let's go shopping!"

"Okay, Im coming!" I told her as I was getting out. I turned to Carrie's mum. "Thanks."

She smiled. "No problem, sweetie."

We got inside Greenfield's and went straight to the new clothes shop, Skin-tight. The clothes were gorgeous but I couldn't really fit into any of the clothes. I went up to the cashier, a thin, small girl with short black hair, to ask for a bigger size in a pair of cute jeans. She smirked at me.

"Dear, they would fit if you weren't so...big," she said in a European accent and turned to another customer. I slunk away, feeling like a disgusting monster. Carrie was parading round in a little black dress that didn't even cling onto her. It would have exploded if I put it on.

"Hey, Carrie, can we go somewhere else?" I asked her before she bought the dress.

"Sure thing, we'll get something to eat after I get this," she said.

We got out and went to a small coffee shop for a drink. Carrie got a cup of hot chocolate and two doughnuts, while I just sipped on black coffee. Was I really that big?

"Hey Carrie," I said, putting down my coffee. I caught Carrie's attention, guiding it away from the backside of a cute waiter.

"Yeah?"

"Am I fat?"

Carrie scoffed and sipped on her hot chocolate. I would have killed for that, but I just sat there with my fists by my side.

"Well?"

Carrie put down the cup. "Emma, you're not fat," she repllied, but she didn't sound very convincing.

"Well, am I big?"

"A little, but not in a bad way," she admitted before changing the subject to the butt of the waiter. I didn't listen to her natter on and on, I just sat on the seat.

I was fat? Was I? Well, I was never as skinny as Carrie, no one was, but I wasn't the fattest in my class. I was just a little big...or was I bigger than that?

"I gotta go," I stuttered and lurched from the table. I could ere Carrie call after me but I ran from the coffee shop, and past the car that would take me home. I walked to the bus station and got on a bus, curling up on a seat. Tears were building up in my eyes, but I blinked them away.

I got off and ran into my house, throwing myself onto my bed. Sniveling, I slid under the covers. I curled into a ball and cried like I hadn't cried in years since my Dad left. I ripped off my clothes until I was just in my underwear and I crawled from my bed and into the bathroom.

My stomach stuck out at the bottom, and my butt was wobbly. My thighs were large and my upper arms a bit flabby, but a few weeks of healthy eating would fix all of that.

"No more junk food or lazing about," I promised myself. "I will eat right, starting now."

I turned around and jumped into bed, even though it was only 5 pm.