Me: I don't know where to put this story on my FF accounts, so I decided to put it here (:. This is my first Biggest Loser fanfic, and I just wanted to try writing a story with that topic (or however that's worded). Hope you enjoy :D. This is based off of the seventh season of the show, where everything is the same from that season, but two OC's which I own (:. Oh, sorry for this chapter being short, this is basically just the introduction chapter (or whatever you want to call it)

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Megan's POV

It was my seventeenth birthday as I decided to weigh myself to see how I'd weighed. I'd walked into the bathroom and stepped onto the scale and was absolutely shocked over how much I weighed.

289 pounds.

I placed a hand over my mouth and resisted the urge to cry my eyes out. I mean, I wasn't a chubby child growing up, or, at least not a chubby child until I reached twelve years old. When I was twelve years old, my parents had died from a car accident which was caused by a drunk driver. I didn't really have a close relationship with my mother, but I was extremely close to my father. I was the true definition of 'Daddy's Little Girl'. Three weeks afterwards, my nineteen brother Josh had died from alcohol poisoning from a party that he went to. I was devastated after that. Because of that, I was sent to live with my godmother, who was my aunt Linda, but she died just a week later from a heart attack.

After Linda died, I was placed from foster home to foster home. I didn't mind that, but I realized that the family that I was living with didn't match what my parents were when they were alive. When I was thirteen, living in my sixteenth foster home, that was when I started eating. I ate a lot of food. Mostly junk food was what I ate.

Me eating junk food had started to go bad when I was fifteen, I was made fun of because of my weight that I dropped out of highschool. I continued to jump from foster home to foster home until I was seventeen, where I managed to be emancipated and became a legal adult. After that, I started living with my friend Tiffany's apartment. Tiffany was a little less overweight than me, where she weighed at 274 pounds.

Tiffany walked by the bathroom door and saw me standing on the scale and she asked, "What does it say?"

"289," I replied.

"Oh God," Tiffany commented.

"I know," I said, trying to fight back tears.

"It's going to be okay," Tiffany said.

"How is it going to be okay?" I asked, almost yelled as I stepped off of the scale and went to face her. "I' 289 pounds and if I continue to live this stupid ass lifestyle there's one thing that's going to happen to me, and that thing my friend, is called: DEATH!"

"That won't happen," Tiffany said.

"Oh, how do you know that?" I asked.

"Look, I've sent in an application for the Biggest Loser and they said that we might be on the show," Tiffany pointed out. "So we're going to California to figure that out," She added.

I rolled my eyes slightly and asked, "So, wait, we might be on the Biggest Loser?"

"Yes," Tiffany said with a smile on her face.

I couldn't say anything. The show that I loved since it went on the air in October of 2004 and now five years later I could be on the show. Sometimes I really want to call Tiffany my best friend.

"Well, okay," I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"So you'll join with me?" Tiffany asked with an excited tone in her voice.

"Sure," I replied.

"Yay. Pack you're bags we're heading to California," Tiffany said with a huge smile on my face.