Chapter 1- Change
BUZZZZZ!!!!!
"Ugh" I moan as I roll out of bed and shut off my alarm. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower trying my best to avoid the mirror. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I frown.
I hate looking in the mirror. All I do is tear myself down and force myself into depression. I glance down at my wrist. They are covered in old scars. I try not to think about my past.
I used to be fat. I got looks when I walked down the hallway, and other girls rolled their eyes at me when accidentally bumped me. Everyone was always so mean to me. But that was middle school.
I moved away that year. We moved because my mom and dad were getting a divorce and I went with her. I still saw my dad, but only on holidays. While i was gone my mom died of cancer. i went to a deep depression and stopped eating. thats how I changed. I moved back now because it is the only place I can go. I'm moving back to my dads house.
Im nervous. I keep asking myself if people will like me this time. i just want to be happy again. i want to feel pretty. I'm actually not that bad looking. I have long, curly, blonde hair and bright green eyes. And I get a lot of compliments now (mainly from my dad and grandparents).
I continue getting ready for my first day of school since my moms death. I change into some jean shorts and a Hollister shirt. I do my hair, and put on a little bit of mascara. Before I leave I Put the picture of my mother into my into my bag and run down stairs.
I go to the door and as I'm about to leave my dad calls my name.
"Brittany, don't you want any breakfast? I made you're favorite, waffles."
I turn and head toward the kitchen and sit down at the counter. He hands me a plate full of waffles with syrup. "Thanks dad", I say behind a fake smile. I slowly take a bite. I know I will eventually throw it up later, but I don't want to disappoint my dad.
He finally leaves for work and I throw the rest of my breakfast in the trash. I go to the bathroom and shove my fingers in in my throat. I throw up the waffles and re-brush my teeth. I am finally able to go to school. I walk al the way there watching as guys check me out and girls glare at me.
I go straight to my locker and put my things away. Mrs. Lockwood pulls me aside and gives me my schedule. I have English first. During first hour Emily Douglas, a girl I remember from middle school, walks over to me. "I'm Emily" she says with a sincere smile, "you're new right?"
"Yea, I guess" I say shyly.
"You guess?" She asks a little confused. "Did you go here before?"
I'm scared to tell her who I am. "I-I'm Brittany Turner" I say quietly.
"Brittany? No way. You look... amazing!"
"Thanks" I say shyly. Not knowing what else to say.
"Well what classes do you have?" I hand her my schedule. "We every class together!!" She exclaims as she hands me back my schedule. " I could show you around if you like."
"Really?!" I say kind of surprised.
"Yeah" she laughs at my reaction. "I can't wait to tell everyone that you are back."
"Could you not tell everyone I'm back" I say cautiously. She looks at me funny. "I just don't want everyone to judge me in how I used to be. I want to make an impression first."
"Yeah, that makes sense" she says, " you're secret is safe with me."
