"I can't do this!" Lydia cried, throwing her pillow at her wall.
"You have to lose weight to be prom queen."
"Are you pretty enough to be prom queen?"
She sat there gripping her hair, sobbing.
The tears running down her face right down to her lap.
The voice of the other girls tinting taunting her in her head.
"Since I was little everybody called me a model... they called me pretty, beautiful, gorgeous and fabulous."
She smiled at the pictures of her when she was little.
"Mom said I was born to be queen."
Sitting down on her bed looking at her prom dress for the coming Friday.
