A/N: Hey readers! I am really excited for this story. I just know you will all love it. This is my first time on fiction press, I'm used to . So bear with me I guess… Please?
"Your 150 pounds Carter. That's a little over the average weight for your age." My pediatrician Mrs. Simmons announced giving me an uneasy smile. She tried to convince me that it was normal for teens to get a little overweight, that it was just a phase most girls went through. Yea, except for the skinny ones I thought rolling my eyes discretely. I had always struggled with my weight. I was always the chubby one in the bunch, the girl who had to buy one piece swimsuits instead of two pieces like the rest of my friends. It drove me mad; I hated not being able to eat dessert. Of course I wanted that piece of cake; of course I wanted that extra brownie. "A little? Do you really think that being one hundred and fifty pounds is only a little over weight? I'm a freshman Mrs. Simmons! I'm supposed to be like a hundred." I whined jabbing a piece of belly flab. She gave me a nice pat of the back before giving me another fake smile. "Oh Carter, please stop. You're beautiful no matter what size you are, this is supposed to be a check-up. Not another one of your weight shenanigans." Mrs. Simmons shuffled through some files before exiting the room quietly. I sighed before standing up. This was a waste. I was expecting her to give me some sort of fat burning pill, or a recommendation for lipo. Not give me a pat on the back and some cheap compliment. If I wanted that I would have went to the school counselor. Ms. Gretchen. She was in her late fifties, and her hands shook like they were having an earthquake. Every time someone went there for a problem she reversed the attention back to her. Have an issue with a bully? Let's talk about her newest face lift. Parents suffering through a divorce? It's an awesome time to discuss her dying Labrador. I hated going to the counselor, I remember being set there in the morning for a schedule change, and not exiting her room till school dismissal. "Carter honey, let's go." I turned to see my mother leaning against the door, a bored expression played on her face. I nodded before leading the way out of the room, and out of this disappointing and misleading place.
"I hate health class…" I muttered to myself as I flipped through another page of my health book in search of some answers for the homework assignment. It was basically just a lot of fill in the blanks, and some definitions. We were studying the human body and man was it disgusting. All the blood and all the organs made me cringe. It's funny how people say that beauty is on the inside because honestly it really isn't. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I slipped it out and flipped it open. (Yes I still have a flip phone. But don't blame me; my mom gave my upgrade to my annoying brother so yea I won't be getting an IPhone for another 6 months.) I had gotten a new text message from none other than McKinley Thomson aka the school queen bee. She was the prettiest and most popular in all of Sea View high. Every single girl envied her, and wished to be her. Everyone but me. Ok, Okay I'm lying. Of course I envied her! I mean it would be nice to go from a size 10 to a 0. Ok that's an understatement. It would be amazing! I wanted to be able to wear an XS in Hollister, I wanted to be able to wear those cute little crop tops without having people ask if I was an expectant mother. I wanted for boys not to pass me up in the halls, for them to actually look at me, without looking away in disgust. I wanted to be skinny. More than anything, and I was going to get skinny. No matter what it took. I pressed the open button on my phone to reveal McKinley's message. It was full of smiley faces and exclamation points, and tons of glitter emoji. The text read: Hey Carter!:) I'm having an awesome birthday bash! There's going to be live entertainment, and DJ Star is going to be performing! It's going to be a pool party but swimwear is optional (Yes girl, I thought about you). I paused before snickering. Oh how thoughtful was she. And dates are an option too! (Thought about you again!) Well I hope to see you there sweetie! It's going to be a blast! I mean it is being hosted by moi! Kiss, Kiss! I stuck my tongue out in complete disgust. Who did she think she was? Dates are optional? Swimwear is an option? I was pissed off. Just leave it to McKinley to turn a normal Thursday night, into a panic day. Of course I had to go that party; you just don't ditch parties by preps. Not going is a complete insult, an abomination! It was some sort of rule in the Prep Handbook that had you in obligation. But of course you didn't see it as an obligation. You wanted to go; you wanted that satisfaction of being able to say that you've been to a prep party. And as the words bounced of your tongue a bliss of pride rose inside of you and people respected you more. That's just how it went, you just couldn't break tradition. You just couldn't.
As I began to scan through my wardrobe for something sensible to wear an idea popped inside my head. The party wasn't for another month (Yes, McKinley liked to give out invitations a month in advance.) in this time lapse I could transform myself. From overweight teen, to skinny. I could even get a boyfriend. I, Carter Brooks would no longer be the chubby one. Everyone would no longer envy McKinley… no they would envy me! I would be way skinnier than her! And way prettier! I would find a date for her stupid party and blow the Prada off of her! She would be so surprised, so angry. So pathetic looking.
From this point on, I am starting my transition. My brand new self, the person that I was destined to be. I was going to be thin. I, Carter Brooks would be skinny.
A/N: That's it people. This is the very first chapter. I really hope you enjoyed it. If you have any questions or any idea's make sure to PM me. Review please!