The Popular Plan

Chapter 2

songs of the chapter: this summer's gonna hurt like a motherf****r// maroon 5

The minute I got in my car to drive to my new house, I immediately felt like I got hit by a bulldozer. It was three hours away, and I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay here with my  friends, well, friend, but this could be the start of something fresh.

It was 9 AM and I was already on the road. Usually, I would wake up at this time. I'm glad Bells actually got up, too, since she sleeps in later. My brother, who was now in his 20's, was sitting in the way back, on his phone, talking to his girlfriend.

His girlfriend was basically this big, huge, millionaire. She absolutely hated me. I think she hates me because I'm fat and my clothes aren't the best. She's skinny, popular, and has the best clothes ever.

My mom turned on the radio. "See You Again" was playing. What a perfect song for a perfect moment. I took a recording and sent it to Bella. I also sent: miss you tons bells. ilyyyyyy and this is gonna be the worst without you.

I sighed and shut my phone off, deciding to take a nap. I rested my head against the gray seat and fell asleep. I had to be laying there two minutes at the most, until the car came to a stop and my brother was dangling over me.

"C'mon, McKenna, wakey-wakey. We are getting breakfast. Home fries, grease, more food to add on to your already big stomach." He laughed so sickeningly, I raised my fist and punched him in the cheek. "Ohhhhh, ouch." He laughed again.

"David, that is not nice. You know her... issues," my mom scolded my brother.

"What issues? She doesn't do anything about it."

"Shut up!" I yelled.

My whole family turned to look at me. I stood there in my extra large jeans and basically a maternity shirt, with my arms crossed, giving each of them an evil eye. "David, I do have an issue. Actually, two. My weight and you being my brother."

"McKenna!" My mom yelled at me. "Say you are sorry."

"Sorry," I muttered.

Why should I have to apologize when my brother told me that I don't have to do anything about my weight, since I will be stuck like this forever? I sighed and trudged behind my family into the restaurant.

We were immediately sat a table in the back. It smelled really good in here, and I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into something. I grabbed a menu and took a look at the drinks. I decided on an orange juice. I was really in the mood for that.

I looked at the rest of the menu. Pancakes, French toast, regular toast, oatmeal, home fries, fruit, home fries, and cereal. There was so much more to the menu, but I decided on one of those seven. Okay, two of the seven.

"Mom, a fruit tart or oatmeal?" I asked.

"Look who's being healthy!" David muttered.

I wanted to punch him.

"Hmm, how about a fruit tart? And you are getting home fries, right? Do you think the whole family could share some?" My mom licked her lips and smiled at me. I think she was glad at my food choice.

My mom wasn't exactly the skinniest girl in high school, either. She had a lot of friends and was really popular, but struggled with her weight. During her last year of high school,  she got really skinny and everyone liked her even more.

"Yeah, mom," I told her.

David rolled his eyes and kept on scanning the menu. He was probably going to order tons of food and force me to eat it. I would do it, but add onto my increasing weight. He wants me to lose some, but it isn't going to exactly help if he gives me a ton of food to eat.