Chapter 1
Bella's Point of View
300 pounds. I couldn't believe it. I gained 10 pounds in one week. I thought this new diet was supposed to work! I started to cry. Why am I so big? Why can't I shed some pounds? I cried for 20 minutes straight before putting my clothes on. I put on my XXL (Author's Note: Extra Extra large)
sweat pants. They hid the stomach flab fairly well. I then pulled on Charlie's old football jersey, from when he was in high school. I looked at myself in the mirror. Ugh, I HATE my double chin the most.
I have considered suicide many times. I came the closest to suicide in Grade 8, when I was going skydiving. A mean bully pushed me out of the aeroplane, yelling, "Don't worry, your fat will save you!"
I considered not pulling the cord, and just proving to him that my fat would not save me. But I was too much of a coward. I pulled the cord, and landed successfully.
Now it was my very first day at Forks High School. I was very worried that people would hate me, just because I was fat. It had happened before.
I waddled outside and into my old red truck. I could feel it groan and sink down several inches. I cringed. It disappointed me greatly that I could not get that brand new truck from Ford. I knew that it could support my weight, and then some.
I shuddered at the thought of the kids at school, seeing me fill up most of the cabin of the truck. I took a deep breath. Time to get this over with. I started the truck, and drove it quickly to the high school. I sighed with relief, because there were only about 20 kids in the parking lot, total. I got out of the truck, and flinched as it sprung back up with a very audible noise. Everyone in the parking lot stared at me. I cringed. I pulled up my hood and went inside as fast as I could.
I already had my schedule and map of the school. I had Charlie pick it up for me a few days earlier, so that I wouldn't have to deal with any extra embarrassment. My first class was English. I took a seat at the back, and waited. People stared at me as they came in, but thankfully, no one said anything to me.
Class was going fine, so far. I was taking notes, but my pen slipped from my grasp and fell on the floor. I leaned down to get it, but just as that happened, I let loose a massive burst of gas. Everyone in the class grew silent, and stared at me. My face turned beet red, and I ran to the bathroom crying. I stayed in there until class was over. My next class was biology. I was not looking forward to it at all. I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could, considering skipping the day. But in the end I went.
As I hurried through the halls, I could here people laughing. Word must have travelled fast.I got through the door just as the bell rang. I looked around. Damn it. There was only one seat available at the back, and it was beside a very, very hot guy. Oh, no. Every hot guy hates me. I walked over with a sense of dread, and sat down beside him.