Disclaimer: I do not know of any story that is like the ones I write. All my ideas come from the top of my head. If I use something from some other book or story I will mention and recognize that they had that idea and not me.

Chapter 1: How It All Started

She was a fat, little, pudgy girl. She didn't make many friends and the ones she did have didn't know whom she really was. Other than that no one liked her. She was considered an outcast a bully. She would beat up all of the boys. She never thought about liking another boy. To her boys were just tools to gain advantages in the cruel world.

Sandra was fourteen years old and had just moved from her hometown to be closer to the rest of her family. Her mom told her that it was because her grandma died, but she new that all of her family was getting old and mom and dad didn't want to keep on paying for plane tickets for every time one of them croaked. She was born in the city and that's where she learned to survive. Now she lived in a rural countryside and didn't realize how prejudice people were and how close-minded people are. She soon found out real fast how it felt to be bullied and thrown around. She could still smell the blood of the victim she would pound into the ground as they wept for mercy. When she moved she had vowed that she was no longer that person and that she was going to change and start fresh.

It was her first day at the new school and she had been trying to shed the poundage she had so it was show an outward change. Everyone always said that to change the inside you needed to change the environment that it lived in. No one could tell the difference yet and everyone looked at her like she was a big fat cow on the side of the road, which was pretty common in these towns. She was a good student and did all of her work, but she just couldn't hold her rage in. As she was introduced to her teachers she could tell that they thought she was just some dumb, fat, moron. They would soon get a big surprise.

Every class she would go to they would introduce her to the class, but it made no sense because she was with the same people all day long and if they were introduced to her first hour then she was sure that they would remember that she was the new girl in second hour, third hour, and fourth hour.

"Hi I'm Sandra. I'm from New York, New York and I moved here over the Christmas break."

Everyone was amazed. Why would someone from the big city of New York come to live in hick-town Alabama?

During breaks and lunch some people would come up and talk to her and ask her some questions.

"Hi I'm Harley, your Sandra right? The new girl?"

"Yes that would be me."

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Oh I'm not really hungry."

In all reality she was starving and was dieing for some type of food to enter her mouth, but she new she needed to lose weight.

"So how do you like it here so far?"

"Well I really haven't been around long enough to make a decision, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I don't think the teachers like me though."

"Oh them! Ha! Usually the new kids we get in the middle of the year have been either kicked out of another school or are to dumb to stay in one school long enough. Not many people want to come and learn over here, so you're really a big change around here."

"Oh. Really? Well that makes me feel a little better. Thanks for letting me in."

"I bet everyone has been swarmed around you. That's why you are hiding over here right?"

"Yep. You sure hit the nail on the head. What kind of stuff do you guys do over here for fun? Movies, skating, arcade, etc.?"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Why are you laughing at me? I don't find that very nice."

She was trying to keep her temper in check as this girl kept laughing at her.

"Oh! Ha! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at you…"

Her temper starts to subside as she realizes that it was just a mistake on her part.

"…, but we don't have anything like that around here. The closest movie theater, skating park, and arcade are all the way over in Covington, which is about an hour away. All we have is a bowling alley and that is going to be demolished soon enough."

"Oh, come on. Please don't tell me that. Please!"

"Sorry chick, but it's the truth."

That was pretty much the end of her day and she went to the home that felt like a prison.

Well that is just the begining of this story and I promise it will be a good one. Please review.