Why can’t I make it to the other side? Why can’t I be pretty, skinny, have good clothes..

Oh, I know why. I’m broke, my brother ran away, my father died in an accident, and there’s a baby on the way. That’s why. The cardboard box of a house was my most valuable thing I had, money-wise. Priceless-wise, I had a wonderful family – my mom’s the coolest, and having a little sister brings me high excitement.

I have but one friend, and of course she’s the prettiest and the skinniest person I’ve seen for her age, ever.

“Hey!” Brie says as she walks in.

Speaking of the devil angel..

She walks over to my closet doors and tears everything I have down.

“That’s untrue! Your not that fat, and your remarkabley pretty! These are going in the trash!” she says, exasperated.

That fat?

“I’m going to help transform you into somebody you’ll love.. I’ll be by tomorrow. Toodles!”

And just abruptly as she was here, she’s gone.

This’ll be interesting.