My Turn Now

Chapter One

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Chapter One

The weight was gone, the hair was redone, the skin secrets learned,

tan, loving life, dad had an amazing job, and school was about to begin.

Every year I was teased. I had weighed over three hundred pounds

and over summer vacation between junior and senior year, I'd changed.

Megan Fox has met her match! I was finally a beautiful person, care

free and worryless. I'd been moving around all summer, and my parents

were super proud of me. I was wearing a white bikini now, lying in the

sun on the beach trying to soak up a tiny bit more sun to make my tan

a hundred and ten percent. I'd saved my five dollar allowance every

week and had managed to buy myself three pairs of six inch heels

(which I ah-dore, now I can actually slide in my feet), and a pair of

sunglasses. My dad got my my tennishoes (addidas and puma) and mom

took me clothes shopping. Shed spent a ton of money buying my things

as rewards for pounds dropped, and I was ready for the year. But

something else had come out of the shadows. During all my training I'd

developed a love for volleyball. I was planning on going out for the

varsity team. I was quick, had strong legs, a thirty two point three

inch virtical, and the arms for the job.

The trainer responcible for this was Ray Peterson. I imagined me

with his name. Claire Peterson. It just sounds right. Believe it or

not, he's actually the assistant trainer. He's in my class at school,

and his dad handed me over into his hands to further his son's training.

"Claire! Dinner time!" mom called from inside the house, interrupting

my train of thought.

"Coming!" I screamed back. I pulled out my iPhone. I'd had it for two

years. It used to be the only cool thing about me.

'i can't wait to see you!' my friend Les texted me. She was super

skinny, great form, and star volleyball player.

'same about you:)' I sent back. 'you won't recognize me.'

'omg! Just send me a pic allready!' I smiled and packed up my beach

things.

'no can do darling. Come over tomorrow at noon?'

'yes! C u!'

'bye!' I dropped the phone into my bag and wrapped the white cover up

low around my hips. I walked through the sand, my new muscles working

effortlessly against the shifting grains below my self pedicured feet.

I looked at my hands, pushing my sunglasses up to the top of my head.