Sweat, Tears, and Ice Cream

My name is Nova Grace Eden. But most people call me Vay. Actually, nobody calls me that but my grandma and best friend, but you get the point. I hope.

I go to your average high school, where there are the mean girls, geeks, bad boys, and so many other groups I don't even have names for. I get good grades, I mean not the best in the high school or to be noticed. But that's the way I like it.

I also have a best friend, my cat. His name is Peg because he has little white pegged feet, snores, like loudly, and is really fluffy, not fat, he's just floofy.

My 'Real' best friend, Hazel, who I call Zay, is 3 months older than me and we are technically sisters. Sweatpants and hoodies are what I live in, so don't ever tell me to wear a dress, I warn you, don't.

But the point I'm trying to get across is that I seem like an average, normal 14-year-old, getting good grades, hanging out with friends after school, not caring about anything in the world.

But I have a secret. A secret I'm sure everyone knows. And I'm sure you would too if you saw me.

I'm fat.

And I want to change that. And I will change that.