Project Fat

Chapter 3

Mallory.

November 15, 2009

Dear Diary,

Today ws the day that Eliza one of the mean girls hit me. Her and her friends came up to me in the bathroom and was taunting me before they finally pushed me against the wall and hit me a couple times.

That day Mallory asked why i had some bruises on my arms, I lied saying I bumped into the wall while turning too fast. She believed it. Believed it! I can't believe I lied to to her. We tell each other everything and keeping this from her just killed me, but I had to keep it a secret or I'd get more punishment than what I've been getting already.

I love my sister, but I have to do this, I have to protect myself even more now that there are a lot more people involved. 

-Molly Anderson

I can't believe she lied to me! I remember that day as if it just happened. Why would she lie to me to get hurt even more? It just doesn't make any sense. 

Why weren't anyone else seeing that she was getting hurt? Couldn't a teacher, the principal notice her being hit by these girls?  

Well its Day 2 of Project Fat. I only got about a couple hours of sleep because I was debating with myself whether or not I should say I quit. That I couldn't do it anymore. But then I thought of Molly. She would never quit on anything, no matter what it was, she wasn't a quitter. 

"There, finished." said Gretchen.

"Thanks." I said looking at myself through the mirror.  

"So how was yesterday?" she asked putting her things away.

"Rough." I muttered.

"That bad?"

"Yeah. It was hell. I don't know how Molly or anyone else deals with this. I mean, I was popular at my other school, but I was the one helping others and trying to stop all of this bullying. Now, it's just hurtful. I don't know what to do."

"Well If I had the guts and willpower to do what you are doing, I'd stick with it no matter how cruel those kids are. Remember why you're doing it, remember that you are trying to make a difference in the schools." she was right. I had to stick through with this even if I did want to quit.

"Thanks." I said. "For listening."

"Oh no problem. I'm so proud of you for doing this." she smiled and walked out of my room.

"I don't know if I can do this." I told myself.  

I got off the bus and managed to get all the spit wods out of my hair. Really? Isn't that like fifth grade?

"You should just go back to where you came from!" some guy yelled pushing me as my books fell out of my hand.

I made a sound as I fell down."Ooof!"

"You alright?" said a familiar voice. I looked up and saw Adam.

"Yeah, fine." I said trying to avoid his gaze.

He then was reaching out to pick something out of my hair. "You forgot one." he smiled.

"Uh, thanks."

"Wait, do I know you? You look familiar." he scrunched up his eyebrows. Crap, he remembers me.

"No, I don't think so." I said shifting the weight of my books on my right hip.

"Wait, don't you live across from me?" great, he does remember me. 

"Shh!" I said pushing him away from a group of people. "You have to be quiet." I told him.