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The tires sounded slick on the asphalt as my mom pulled our minivan into the vast parking lot. The rain beat down all around, keeping a steady rhythm as my mom tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She sighed as I turned to the window, staring out across the street at the lush greenery on the other side. There was the run down Chinese restaurant, its sign crooked and the red glow dull in the few letters that still showed up. Although it had been over a year since I was here last, everything looked the same.

"Are you ready, Nadia?" My mom's soft voice interrupted my thoughts. She sounded anxious. "We don't have to if you don't want to."

"I'm ready," I pulled the door open.

Hey, whoa. Lemme back up for a minute. My name is Nadia Rosalie Evans and I live in Atlanta, Georgia. It's English class, on the first day of school, and I'm already zoning out. I couldn't help but thinking back to a few days before when my mom and I had visited my agent Hannah after my year hiatus from modeling. I had been modeling for about six years now (I'm turning 16 in a few months). Nothing super serious, I still went to the public school and led a normal life. I had to take a break, a long break, because I had an eating… affliction.

Well basically I stopped eating. The pounds dropped away like my fair godmother had waved her wand. 115, 110, 99, 98... I kept my disorder to myself, the perfect girl on the outside, a starving girl on the inside. My family noticed and I was taken off to the doctor who stuck me with tubes and medicine and kept me for two weeks. Once they were happy with my weight and felt I was stable enough without them, they let me go home. I try because I know it hurt my family to see me like that, feeling so alone and hopeless. Sometimes I fall back into old patterns but I always catch myself.

My little sister, Lynnie is the one who noticed first. She mentioned to my mom that you could see my ribs. You can imagine the horror, and crying, and "what-did-I-do-wrong" –ing.

Willow Lynn is only eight years old and I love her more than anything. I used to be her role model and hero, but only recently have I started to gain some of that back. Lynnie loves playing soccer and lacrosse, and I go to all of her games, thanking god when she still smiles when she sees me in the crowd. I have a two and a half year-old sister named Blair. My mom, whose name is Kelly, has a thing for unusual names. I used to joke that maybe that's why her and our dad, John didn't get along. She didn't think it was very funny.

My dad John lives in LA, where he works as an entertainment lawyer. (What that even means, I don't know. Except that he works in a big office, lives in a big house and drives fancy cars.) Their divorce wasn't a horrible messy split; in fact it was quite calm. They don't talk unless its concerning me and my sisters and in that case they're friendly in a removed kind of way. My dad's cool though, me and my sisters fly out there for the summers and holidays, and it's always great to see him. Part of me still wishes he was there for us all the time, but I can't really complain.

The bell startles me, but my best friend Lizzie grabs my arm and pulls me in the direction of the cafeteria. After this it's home, the first day of school is thankfully only a half day. Maybe there will even be some news from my agent Hannah on work I can pick up.

We hold our usual court in the lunchroom. People walk over to ask how our summers been and do some catching up. Our other friends sit with us in a pretty central table near a window looking over the football fields. There's Alice, laughing and smacking her boyfriend Jesse in a playful way. Next to Jesse is Dave. Bridget and Emily are chatting to a few girls in the grade below us. My friends are a great group, friendly and well meaning, although we are defined as the "cream of the crop" so to speak. Lizzie and I join them and there is a lot of hugging even though we were all together only a few days ago.

"So look at this," Bea says as the younger girls leave. She slides a teen magazine toward the middle of the table, leaning back to tie her white blond hair into a ponytail.

"Yum," Alice smiles and this time its Jesse to hit her.

"What is it?" I ask leaning in. I roll my eyes and sit back. "Oh god, is this your new obsession Bea?" I laugh and look a little closer at the dirty blond boy smiling back at us from the glossy pages.

"Duhh, but it's in no way new. It's Justin Bieber and I think he's delicious," she laughs.

"Well, well, well," Dave says sarcastically, "The list of Bea's lovers goes on."

Emily taps the table with a perfect pink nail. "Wow, he is fiiiiine."

I shrug, "He's fine." It's completely different then the way Emily said it.

"Oh get over Keith already, Nadie! What a douche bag!" Jesse insists.

"I'm over him! I just don't want to rush into another relationship," I argue, not bothering to mention that he still occasionally texts me, and I text back.

"She needs to heal and learn to trust guys again," Lizzie defends me.

We talk a little longer before slinging our bags over our shoulders and heading home in different ways.

My house is a twenty-five minute walk from school. I usually take it leisurely because it's a nice route and it gives me times to think. Today I hop in Lizzie car and get dropped off. I'm anxious to hear if my agent has anything to say.

"Mom?" I call, letting myself in the front door. "Hello?"

"Hey sweetheart!" She walks into the kitchen, with the phone pressed to her ear. Blair toddles in behind her, and I pick her up. "Anything?" I ask her, even though she's on the phone.

"Not just anything! I'm on the phone with Hannah right now! She's had to pull a lot of strings, but there's a possibility of something absolutely amazing for you to work on!"

"What?" I grab her arm, pushing my ear against the phone.

She smiles, shooing me off. She can't help a grin from spreading across her face as she whispers, "I'll let you talk to her. But you may have a chance to work with the star Justin Bieber!"