"Mom, just one more!"
"You've already had two, Margaret, and that is enough!"
"No. And the bus is here. You better run."
She turns around to clean up Henry's spilled applesauce and I snatch one more Little Debbie's snack cake and shove it in my mouth. I grab my backpack and head out the door.
The bus is waiting for me at the cul-de-sac just four houses down. Our evil witch of a bus driver honks her horn, signaling for me to run.
I try to make my legs go faster than my mall walk, but the short, stubby things won't carry my overweight self. By the time I make it to the bus, I'm panting and my forehead is damp. I ignored the snickers and the outstretched legs as I made my way to my seat.
Erin smiled at me as I sat down and the bus lurched forward.
"Hey," I said.
Erin is one of the nicest girls I've ever met, and she is one of my only friends. Everyone- and I mean everyone- loves Erin. All the boys fall at her feet, and every girl wants fashion tips from her. She has an amazing sense of style, and today's outfit consists of a pale pink sweater with matching nails and a white scarf. Her straight blond hair is held back with a simple white headband and she is wearing no makeup other than a smidgen of eyeliner.
So I know what you're thinking. How can a girl like Erin possibly be friends with a girl like me?
Yeah… I don't know either. We've been friends since the third grade when she told off Bryan Henley for calling me fat. And now in the eighth grade, I can easily call her my best friend.