What It Takes

Old habits die Hard

prolouge:

For years now I have been ridiculed for being fat. Sure i wasnt the fattest person out there, but i was still over weight. And with being over weight came its consequences. Such as no boyfriends, no friends, and no popularity. Not that im going to lie to you, I love popularity. I dont want to be like snotty and mean. There are cheerleaders for that. Dont get me wrong, not all cheerleaders are that bad. Like my sister Nikki. Shes ok.  Anyways this is the story of how my life changed. It all started in my Jr. year of high school. It involves a jerk, a cheerleader, and lots of drama. People would think my life is just like other stories. Where the girl is ugly, then she is beatiful, the boy she likes falls for her, she gets friends, and hen she gets her happily ever after. Well its not like that. Parts of my life went like that, but some...not so much. Anyways, in summer after my sophomore yr. I decided to soming that would change my life forever.

Chapter 1  Old habits die Hard

I raised my head, and looked at the slow sunset before me. It was the beggining of July, and the beach was my favorite place to be. The warm sand, the salty water, and the soothing sound of waves, were  so inviting. I started coming to the beach by myself when I was 13 years old. It was my only escape from the mean world.

See people made fun of me because Im fat...or was fat. Even my parents, who were in New York at the current moment, criticised me. Did they honestly think that a fat...ex fat person, didnt have feelings? I guess so. My mom and dad were big docters, well known throughout the country. They were often gone most of the time, because of thier work. I say "ex fat" because I had lost all my weight over the month of June. My parents were rich, so I pretty much had unlimited money. I had dieted, excercised, and got lipo suction. Now if I wanted to I could be a model. I was proud of myself. I hope that people dont think that I am selfish, but when you have been overweight all of your life, to the point where you almost killed yourself.....thats a different story.... Then you sort of have to do what it takes to loose the weight. My parents never told me to get hte surgury, or even excersise. In fact they hardly even knew me. I was raised mostly by my self, in our mansion in hollywood. I have even been offered spots in a movie or two. But i declined all offers since the parts were about fat girls. I already got enought crap from the people at school, and from home. The only person who excepted me for me, was myself. And i was happy about that. All my life I have stuck up for myself, and have no intention of stopping. When I was real little, i dreamed about being a cheerleader, and being the most popular girl in school. I could never even try to let that dream happen since of my weight. But all of that was about to change.

Im not a selfish person, in anyway. But when random people come up to you and call you beautiful, it really feels nice inside. And thats what has been happining for a few weeks.

I had a plan in mind for school. Everyone new that I was enormous, and they took advantge of that. LIke once when I was walking down the hallways, and some guy dumped slime into my backpack. I would have stopped hime but i was so round I didnt even know that a person was behind me at all. 

My plan is to become a cheerleader. If i get popular, then so be it. I think that everyone needs a chance to be popular, and can accept it or not. This was my chance, but even if I didnt make it, then what have i lost? Exactly! i will loose nothing. But one thing i would loose is all the fat jokes about me.

Now I was tall, curvy, and slim. I had light brown hair that went to my mid back. I had grey-blue eyes, and had a tan complextion. And I was at 5ft 7in. Over a week, I had burned (not litterally) all my clothes, and bought all new ones.

When i noticed that the sunset was now gone I decided to go back home.

Once there I was surprized to see mom and dads car in the drive way. They were not supposed to come home until mid July. I got out of my car and headed to the door. I opened it. There sitting on the living room couch was mom and dad. Mom had a worried look on her face, while dad looked pained. When I neared then I cleared my throat, and both of them jumped. "Hi folks" i said while chuckling at them. They must of noticed the change in my voice. When they turned to face me, both of their earlier faces were now replaced with shock....and awe. I just smiled and sat down in a chair on the opposite side of the room, facing where my parents sat.

For the next few minutes they prasised me, and told me how beautiful i looked. I was happy. But then they brought up something I wasnt expecting. They told me a had a 16 yr old sister. What!? how come i was never told of this before. But before i even asked they told me how they adoped her in New York. I wasnt mad, just shocked. I wondered what she was like. As if on cue, she walked into the room.

"Hi, you must be my new sister, im Nikki". she said

"Hi, ya, im Nat, haha or Natilie"

------------------------------------------- one month later

Nikki and I became "sisters" real fast. I guess she was my first best friend. Soon I found out that she was a cheerleader...and other stuff about her past. She knew all about mine...except about that one time....

When it was the first day of school, we walked in together. Both of us recived whistles, and were called "babe". I laughed to myself. If only they knew it was me!

Nikki and i were walking to class when I dropped my backpack. Classic, i thought. All my books had spilled along with other school stuff. Soon I was being helped my a second pair of hands. I didnt know that Nikki had such manly hands. Confused, I looked up, only not to see Nikki, but the one person who made my life a living hell.

Dylan.