Project Fat

Chapter 1

Mallory.

"You sure you want to do this Mallory?" my mother asked me as we sat in the principals office of my new school. Marks High School, home of the Bulls.

"Yes mother, I have to do this for Molly, and for all those other girls or guys out there that get teased every second of their high school life. I plan on writing a journal and hopefully writing a story for this project to work properally." I had explained to my parents once again.

"Well Mallory, as you know, your teachers and I know that you're doing this, and if you need anything let us know." principal Roger said.

"Great!" I smiled greatly at him.

"School starts in a few days, I gave you your schedule, locker information, so you have everything. Any questions?" he asked all of us. I nodded than my father spoke. 

"Thank you for understanding." he then shook hands with him. 

"See you Monday Mallory." he smiled as we began to leave his office. 

Glancing at my silver bracelet that held an 'M' on it, I smiled and said, "This ones for you big sis." Molly was older by five minutes. I remember us fighting all the time and her using the, 'i'm older than you' speech.

Now that I think about it, it makes me laugh. We were such babies back then. But when we reached middle school, that's when we became instantly close. All the rude kids would pick on her because of her size and I always backed her up. Since I was considered one of the popular people it was easy to get kids to leave her alone, but sometimes I could see that some would still tease her.

During the middle school days, we were inseperatable. Mom and dad had to force us to sleep some nights because we would talk for hours about random things to serious issues. I really loved her, and now that she's gone, I know I have to do this for her. She will be so happy that I'm doing this.

"Come on Mall! Hurry and get the rest of your bags before it gets darker!" my father yelled as he carried the rest of the boxes into the house.

 I yelled back as I got out of my daze, "Okay dad!" I looked back at my bags in my car and sighed. There was at least two large suitcases, three duffle bags and my backpack. "Now how am I going to do this." I said to myself. 

"Need any help." said a voice I never recognized. I turned around to a guy that looked about my age, he had  brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes that was hidden by his glasses. There was a cross necklace that laid upon his chest and it glistened as the sun shone on it. 

"Uh, yeah please." I smiled at him. "Thanks." I said again as he took the suitcases.

"My names Adam." he said as we were walking inside the house.

"Mall-!" my dad started to yell but he saw that there was more than just me that came in. "Well hello."

"Hi sir." Adam smiled setting my suitcases down.

"Please call me Greg." dad said holding out his hand.

"Adam." he said shaking dads hand. "I live right across the street."

"Well that's great." dad said smiling.

"I'll be right back." I said skipping up the stairs to my room. I closed the door and slid down it. He saw me. Saw me! Great, this is just great.

"Honey, what's wrong?" my mothers voice rang through the door as I could feel her footsteps come closer to my room. 

"Nothing!"  

"Mallory?"

Opening my door, "Yes?"

"Who's that boy your fathers talking to downstairs?" she smiled at me. 

"His name is Adam and he lives across the street. He helped me carry my bags in."

"Well what's the problem?"

"Mom! He's seen me normal! I'm sure we will go to the same school and if he saw me like this, how am I going to explain to him how I'm fat!?"

"Calm down Mallory. Just explain to him like you explained to the school board."

"Mom it's not that easy! I cried in tears trying to tell them my project. This is a touchy subject for me, Molly is dead and I can't help but feel like it's all my fault!" I then slammed the door in her face.

I'm usually not this crabby or rude to my parents before, but the whole thing with Molly, I still haven't gotten over the fact that she's gone.

"I'm sorry Molly." I cried looking at the bracelet. I grabbed her diary and opened to the first page. 

 Novemeber 12, 2009

Dear Diary,

Today is the day that many of the teases started. Well they all started since middle school, but Mallory has tried to stop them. But really that just made it even worse. I know she tries to help me but that just made everyone tormant me even worse. 

Well Diary, here I am at home while Mall is at cheerleading practice. I don't understand how she can get all popular while I'm one of the biggest losers in school. I mean we look the same, yet I'm the one getting teased. 

Okay I admitt that I'm not the most attractive girl out there, or the most fit girl, but I still am a great person, and probably have an even better personality. 

So day one in this diary and I'm already crying my eyes out. That and now there's a mark on my arm as well. 

-Molly Anderson

Wow. I never knew how much of me helping her made it worst. I never meant her to get hurt. But she had to go ahead and ccu- I can't even say it. I just never saw it and she put on a smile and told me she was better and happy. I can't believe I never saw that.

Now I know that I have to make this project teach a lesson for all those bullies and to help those who have been in the same place as Molly. I'm not going to let another person get hurt just because some people had to be rude and laugh at the misery of others.

Marks High, get ready because the fat Mallory Anderson is here to stay.

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I hope you guys liked the first chapter of this story that I've always wanted to write. For those who have been teased for whatever reason, don't believe them. You are amazing. You are a great person. You are beautiful. You are smart. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. 

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