HI HI HI HI! Kk so thanks everyone for reviewing! I went to read them all (ok, ok, there was only 2 but STILL!) and I got all excited! And Bookie1 I took your advice and I changed my settings so I hope I get more reviews this time. Hutchy (sp?) she stops eating a little while into the story, hang tight. So everyone, please review and enjoy! PS there isn't any music in this chapter, did you guys eve like that anyway? Should I just permanently not include music lyrics anymore? Let me know in your reviews!

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* 1 week later *

Hillary had spent the longest time thinking. She hadn't been to school in the past week, not that it really mattered. Her drunk mother didn't even notice. Her stupid, heartless, drunk mother didn't notice. Hillary didn't even know why she took care of her.

But her mom wasn't what Hillary was thinking about. She had spent the past week thinking about why people didn't like her. Why Samantha didn't like her, why Tyson didn't like her, why nobody liked her.

Hillary looked out her kitchens front window. People walked by, not a care in the world. Not knowing that there was a desperate girl inside, looking for a way to be what everyone wanted.

Hillary slowly got up out of her chair and slowly made her way up the stairs. She placed a hand on her doorknob and sighed deeply. It's time to take out the list again.

Hillary walked inside and opened her blinds. The sun filtered into her room as she lifted up her mattress and pulled out a piece of lined paper from underneath it.

The title 'Unpopular' was written neatly at the top. Below it was a list of things people don't like about Hillary.

This was a list Hillary had kept since she was 5 and nobody wanted to hang out with her. Every time somebody snubbed her, she would ask them why. The list got longer and longer as the years went by. And today, today Hillary was going to do something about it.

She sat down on her bed and leaned against the headboard. She read the first offending trait out loud.

" Too bossy."

She looked out her window and watched the seagulls fly down to the beach.

" Not much I can do there. I am who I am." She sighed. " Not that anyone cares."

She moved onto the next thing.

" Not very pretty." She whispered. She remembered clearly when she had added this to the list.

It was a school day, and she was walking down the hall to science class. She was just about to come around a corner when she heard voices talking, talking about her, on the other side. She had stopped to listen.

" What about that Hillary girl? You know, in Kincade's class?" A male voice had asked his friend.

" Excuse me?! She's got to be the ugliest thing ever." He had scoffed, retreating down the hall, away from Hillary.

Tears welled up in Hillary's eyes as she remembered the painful memory.

" Well its time to do something about it." She sniffed, whipping her eyes. She folded the list in half and shoved it back under her mattress. She retreated out of her room and ran down the stairs, into her basement. She walked over to the bookshelf on the far side of the room, her head held high.

" Mom used to be a good looking woman." Hillary muttered to herself, looking through the many books. " Ha. Used to be. Before she became a drunk." She added as an after thought. " So I bet she has some dieting book down here…." Hillary continued too look through them. But after half an hour of looking, she came out with nothing. All they had were encyclopedias and dictionaries. She sighed dejectedly, leaning against the concrete walls.

From in the distance, upstairs to be exact, she heard the doorbell ring. She trudged upstairs, hoping that if she took long enough, they'd leave. No such luck.

 She opened the door to find a scruffy looking Tyson standing there, his hat in his hands.

" Please, hear me out. I want to talk to you." He pleaded. He sounded really tired, as if he hadn't gotten sleep in quite a while. And he looked it too. Hillary grabbed her shoes and slipped them on. She would go outside with him and let him walk her along the block and talk to her. But then she'd leave. Unless he had something good to say.

A few minutes later they were walking around the block, Tyson trying to convince Hillary into coming back.

" I just… don't know Tyson. I mean you've done this before." She accused, all most viciously.

" I know… I know… And I wish dearly I hadn't done it before. I wish I hadn't done it at all. You've got to believe me! Hill!" He grabbed her arm and swung her around to look at him.

" I want you to come back. I want you to help me train. I want you to be my friend again." He said, his voice sounding like he was about to give up, like this was his last chance.

"Let me think about it. Ok?" Hillary whispered, pulling her arm out of his grasp.

" Fine. Just…. Think about it. Promise me you'll think about it." He pleaded, his stormy blue eyes almost tearing up.

Hillary couldn't bare it anymore. He looked so sad. She didn't like Tyson sad. She liked him happy, carefree. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

" I'll come back Tyson. But," She looked up into his eyes. " Things better change." And with that, she turned and walked down the road, heading back home.

* Half and hour later *

"I will go back to Tyson." Hillary thought. "  But I'm not going to give up on the diet thing. Just because Tyson likes me, doesn't mean I should give up. I want EVERYONE to like me." She smiled thinking about how things would work out. Now Tyson liked her again, she had a place to hang out, with friends, and soon enough everyone would like her because she'd be thin and beautiful.

It's too bad Hillary couldn't see into the future. Cause then she would have seen how wrong she was.

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