eleventh grade as well as being one of the nastiest girls you could ever meet. Her cruelty to the other students was legendary.
“Hi,” I said, praying she’d leave me alone.
When the other two students turned out to be two of her friends and basically just as evil, I wanted to shrivel up and float away. The class which had sounded so promising was quickly taking a nosedive.
“This mus t be your favorite class,” remarked Hailey with a sly smile. “You get to cook and eat. Looks like you did a lot of that last summer.”
T he other girls started giggling but I ignored her, and instead stared at the teacher, who was beginning to take attendance.
During class we learned abou t the importance of using measuring scales for insuring a healthy, balanced diet.
“ Obviously Kendra doesn’t measure,” whispered Hailey loud enough for me to hear.
The two other girls giggled again.
This time she really got to me and I don’t even know why.
“Oh, someone’s going to cry,” she whispered, a triumphant look on her face.
My eyes burned as I tried to hold back the tears and I raised my hand to escape to the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” asked Miss Barnes, who seemed genuinely concerned.
I nodded without meeting her eyes but fortunately, she let me go.
The girl’s bathroom appeared empty when I slammed through the door. I hurried into a stall and let myself go.
“ Um, are you okay?” asked a soft voice in the next stall, surprising the crap out of me.
I cleared my throat. “Oh, I’m fine.”
I wiped my face with a tissue and then flushed the toilet, trying to compose myself. When I opened the door and walked to the faucet to wash my hands, the girl from the next stall stepped out and our eyes met in the mirror. Her blond hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and she was dressed in track pants and a hot pink T-shirt. She was also a heavier-set girl, like me.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Julie.”
Embarrassed that I was caught crying, I smiled sheepishly. “I’m Kendra, sorry about the tears.”
She snorted. “Are you kidding? It’s not a big deal at all.”
Although I’d never actually talked to her, I’d seen her in the halls laughing with her friends. She usually hung out with the brainiacs in the school and I’d heard she had the I.Q. of a genius.
“Still,” I mumbled.
“Listen,” she said, fumbling in her purse. “Everyone has their moments.”
I nodded and watched as she applied some Chaptstick to her lips. “Maybe. I seem to have a lot these days and Hailey Bates isn’t making it easier.”
“Hailey ?” she said. “Eh, don’t let her get to you. She’s going to have a rude awakening after she graduates, and someday, she’ll regret being such a bitch to everyone.”
“ That’s nine months away and I have her in my class for at least one semester,” I mumbled, looking at my reflection in the mirror. “Sometimes I wish I could just drop out of school and be done with it.”
“Don’t,” said Julie. “I know it sucks, but you can’t let people like her win.”
“They win no matter what,” I said. “ Popular girls are thin and pretty. They have nothing to worry about.”
She turned to me. “Well, you can always lose weight but they’ll still be ugly inside.”
“ I’ve tried and it hasn’t helped me do anything but gain more weight from being depressed after I’ve failed.”
“ Well, don’t give up. I lost twenty pounds last summer and I only have thirty more to go,” she said with a proud smile. “It’s hard work and takes a lot of willpower, but my old baggy jeans are proof that, yes, it can be done.”
“I wish I had your willpower.”
She sighed and wrote down something on a piece of paper. “You’re standing in your own way of losing weight with that attitude. Look, here’s my phone number. If you want a diet buddy to motivate you, give me a call.” Then she handed me her phone number.
It was nice of her to offer, but I doubted that