I always want to be the prettiest and the skinniest. The prettiest I can't always control-the skinniest I can.

Have you ever noticed, that there will always be someone that is better than you? The girl who beats you in a sprint race. The girl that always has her arms around that guy you've been crushing on. The girl who is the same size as you, but looks better in those new silver jeans you just wasted your money on. Everyone has a person. Mine just happens to be my best friend.

Sharpay Evans. I've known her for 3 years. We've been best friends for 3 years. I've told her everything. She knows about my dad, and why I used to cut myself. She knows about my crush, and what I really think about Troy Bolton. What she doesn't know is that I envy her.

Her and I wear the same size, but she always looks better than me. She doesn't have to do anything. Her shirts never cling to her sides. Her jeans hang loosely on her thighs. Her wrists are so skinny that her bracelets slide up and down. When she smiles, she doesn't have stupid dimples. She's just all over prefect.

But that's not all that drove me into insanity. I partly blame my mother for this. She has called me fat before, but soon took it back when she saw my eyes.

They say, if you feel fat never look in the mirror. Your eyes always lie. But that's what I'm currently doing. Staring at my body. My eyes running over every curve on my body. Tracing my cold bony fingers across my ribs. Why can't everyone be equal? It kills me to see those size 2 models while I'm a size 7. I see my not so flat stomach and gag. It's gotten worse. It looks like someone stuffed a pillow inside my stomach.

'Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down

My thoughts were long forgotten when my cell phone started ringing.

"Hey Troy." I spoke into the small phone.

"Gabi, I'm outside. Hurry up or we'll be late for school." He spoke calmly into the phone. His voice was so beautiful.

"Okay. I'll be out in a sec. I gotta get dressed." I said as I hung up the phone and pulled on my jeans and threw on a tank top. This is how it was every morning. But today was different. It was senior year.

"Bye mami!" I called through the house.

"See you later sweety."

I saw Troy sitting on the hood of his car as I made my way over to the car. I noticed him eye me up and down. I knew I shouldn't of worn this shirt. I look so fat.

"Now we're gonna have to rush at Denny's. Thanks Gabriella." Troy said as he slid off the car and walked to the door. " You know how much I hate rushing" he said as he climbed into the car.

"I'm sorry. I got caught up on something's." I said as he started the car. I looked over at him noticing his smirk.

"Well, you get to buy today."

"What!? Troy I didn't bring any money. You never told me!"

"Gabi chill! I was kidding" He said as he chuckled.

"Sure you were." I mumbled.

The rest of the car ride was silent besides the purr of the engine and Troy's quiet humming. It's always a wonder why there are always so many people up at 6:30 in the morning. Every time we go to Denny's, the service is slow. But I love going there. It's special. Troy turned right and parked near the front of the building. I threw my junk into the backseat and got out.

"You know," Troy said as he lazily threw an arm over my shoulders, "I could never forget about doing this. I'm with my best-friend, I get to eat the cheapest breakfast in town, and this is senior year!"

I looked up at him. He was so weird at times. His eyes were so blue, he is so beautiful. He is prefect. But he'll never like you Gabriella. Because your fat.

WAIT! Where did that come from? Jezz, you can't keep thinking about yourself this way. Your gonna--

"GABI! Water or hot-chocolate?"

"Water's good." I said as I glanced at the menu. When did they start putting calorie counters on the menu? " Troy, there are 400 calories in their Belgium Waffles. Jezz" I said with bug eyes. I always got the waffles. Everything on the menu was over 200 calories. Wow, was all I could think.

"So? You always get them," he said as looked over the menu. Which I have no clue why he does. He gets the same thing every time, "What's different about today?"

I just shrugged my shoulders. A lot was different. My best friend always looks prettier than me. Troy thinks I'm fat. And I'm not prefect. Like all of my other friends.

"Whatever you say," he said as he set the menu down. His blue eyes were drilling holes into my menu. " You gonna tell me what's on your mind?"

Thankfully the waitress came and took our orders.

" The usual," was all Troy said.

"And you miss?" the waitress said with a thick southern accent. " The usual?"

"NO!" I practically jumped out of my seat and ran when I got the thought of eating something with 400 calories. " Um, I'll take a fruit salad."

"Okay. That shall be right out with you," she said as she walked away.

"Gabi, You sure you okay?" Troy asked, as he looked at me weird.

"Positive." Boy was I wrong.

I looked around at the 7 other people that sat in the room with me. All of them looked sick. Ready to die. Pale with thin hair. Translucent skin with bones sticking out all over their fragile bodies. Their eyes looked bruised and sad, like a monster was inside of them. Trying to kill them. Making themselves want to die. It all looked so fake. Like a movie.

"Good Gabriella. Very good. Now can you tell me what this flashback means?" I looked over at the doctor. He was so chubby. It made me sick. His gray hair and his dark eyes. His cheeks were so big. His arms jiggled as he spoke with them. I gag as the image rolled through my head. " Can you?"

" I think I started to see that I had a problem. But I don't really. I am fat." He shook his head at my comment. " You don't understand. When I look at myself compared to everyone, I'm fat and ugly." Again he shook his head, " Yes Doctor. I am fat. No one ever tells me. But I know it's the truth. The mirror never lies." I said as I pointed to the mirror with my skinny finger.

"Gabriella. Are you hurting?" the girl who sat next to me asked. She was prefect. Her hips were small, so was her stomach. She was prefect.

I shook my head. I wasn't hurting, I was just fat.

AN: Ok. Here is chapter one. Its lame. At the end she's in rehab. It's going to bounce around like that a lot and I don't know if I'm going to tell you when she is or not. So pretty much everything is flashbacks. But I don't think I'm gonna update for awhile. I need to do some research about this, but I'll try to do the best I can. But enjoy.

Peace and Chicken.