Olive walked into school the next day, which was the first day of her news diet. Also known as, not eating. She had spent hours on her mom's exercise cycle, to the point where she almost fainted. She had also been looking at herself in a mirror for hours, pecking at every ounce of fat on her body.

The next morning, she put on her biggest sweatpants, and her dad's sweatshirt. As Olive walked into homeroom, she saw Chyna. Beautiful, SKINNY, Chyna. As usual, a bunch of guys, including Fletcher, were swarming around her, flirting and asking for her number. Over the years, she had gotten even curvier, she had long black hair, and dark hazel eyes.

"Hey olive!" Chyna said, in her short skirt and black shirt that she could wear without looking fat, Olive thought bitterly.

"Hi." She muttered, picking a seat in the back so no one had to look at her fat body and ugly face.

"Hello children. Today we are starting revi- Olive? Please put your hood down." Olive reluctantly complied, not wanting anyone to see her.

The bell finally rung and Olive rushed out of there, away from the lunch room. The room smelled of the worst stuff on earth. Food. She went into the bathrooms, into a stall, and sat down, holding a mirror. She looked at how horrible she looked, and, before she could stop herself, punched the mirror. It felt good to get the anger out, but a deep pain shot through her hand.

"Ow!" Yelled Olive, holding her bleeding hand. She ran out of the pink bath-rooms, trying to hide her hand.

"Hey Olive! Are you mad at me or som- What happened to your hand?" Chyna yelled, seeing the red liquid ooze out of her best friend's hand.

"Oh, nothing. I, uh, hit it. On a, uh, rake." Olive lied, not so smoothly.

"Okay! Do you want me to help you wrap it up?"

"Er, no, I,uh, got it." She said, before speed-walking. Unfortunately for her, she walked right into Fletcher.

"Hey Olive, what happened to your hand?" Said Fletcher, concerned.

"I hit it. On a rake."

"Yeah, why do I have a hard time believing that?"

"It's true!" protested she, standing up straighter.

"Come on, let's go clean it up."

"I'm fine Fletcher! Bye." She said, slipping out into the bath room . She wanted to leave school, but there was no way her mom would let her, or even pick up her phone. Had Olive dared to skip? They wouldn't put her in much trouble, she was their best student. She went up a window, slid out, and ran like Heck away from school. She decided to run, to burn some calories and look skinnier. Olive went to the sidewalk of the school, and ran across town, for hours, without stopping. She had little water breaks, and, when she decided to end, had almost fainted. Sh staggered home, about to get a snack, but reminded herself not to, she has to be strong, if she wants to be skinny.

Stay strong to get skinny.

She repeated it into her head, and went back into the exercise cycle. She couldn't do it much longer, and she ended up falling asleep on the gym floor.