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CHAPTER THREE
"Yeah, I know, I've got it all
under control. The plane leaves at nine tonight so I need to
be at the airport by seven. Mmhm, okay," I groaned.
"So I'll be home around six, we're having a
family dinner before you leave," my dad replied, hanging
up before I could say goodbye. Ever since I had confirmed to
my parents that I was moving, my dad had been trying to be
more of a father to me. Which didn't say much, knowing
him. He was still the buisness man he always was; crisp,
proper, and to the point. At least I could say he was
trying.
I walked up the stairs to my room, the second one on the
left, and threw my suitcase on my bed. Pulling every piece of
clothing I owned out of my closet, I watched as fabrics of
every color fell to the floor, landing in a pile bigger than
me. Since I practically wore the same thing every day, I
barely even realized how many clothes I had. I grabbed my
shirts and pants from the floor in fistfulls, dropping them
in my suitcase in a crinkled mess. It didn't really
matter, no one would pay attention to me anyways. Finally,
after packing dozens of outfits into my bag, I zipped it up,
placing it by the door so it was ready to go.
"Babe, I'm home!" my mother yelled from the
kitchen, and I could hear the jingle of keys and the clunk of
shopping bags as she set her things down on the counter.
"I brought chinese!" she called.
Of course, it would be just like my mother to turn a family
dinner into a takeout meal. Not that I should have expected
much more, no one in my family had cooked a real dinner in
years.
//
"Oh, hon, it's already six fourty five. We should
probably get you going, don't want to miss your
flight!" my mom smiled, gesturing for me to go back
upstairs and grab my suitcase. We climbed in the car, and I
sat in the backseat with my bag next to me. My parents tried
to engage in small talk, which just ended up being awkward
for all three of us.
"Well, here we are. I expect you can handle yourself
from here?" My dad asked, not even a hint of a
sentimental tone in his voice.
"Yeah, dad, I'll be fine. I'll probably see you
guys in a few months, but I'll call when the plane lands.
Love you both," I smiled, only seconds before my dad
sped off. I watched the black sedan drive away, and my mom
thrust her head out of the window.
"Loooooveeee yooooouuu!" she called, so distant I
could barely hear. I laughed to myself, knowing that by now
my father was probably scolding her for embarrassing him in
public like that. After all, to my dad, everything was about
reputation.
//
I've noticed that there's a certain smell that only
airports have. I don't know what it is, but it greeted me
as I walked in the door. Immediately I was caught up in a sea
of people hurrying every which way, bags rolling at their
feet. Pulling my passport out of my purse, I handed it to the
security lady standing at the Delta Airlines desk. She smiled
and took my luggage, placing it on the scale, and then set it
on a conveyor belt behind her. I watched as a small slip of
paper fell out of the printer.
"There's your boarding pass, miss, and have a nice
flight," she smiled again, waving the next person up to
the desk as I turned and walked away. I made my way through
security without any difficulties, not that I expected any.
Letting out a long sigh, I walked past dozens of terminals
until I found the one that matched the number on my boarding
pass: Terminal 28C. "Thank God," I whispered to
myself, my lips barely moving.
I sat down in a cushioned, black chair, two seats away from a
man who's heavy metal music I could hear clearly, even
though he was wearing headphones. I tapped my leg impatiently
and pointlessly rifled through my purse, hoping to find
something to hold my attention as I waited.
"Flight 184 to Dallas, calling all Delta members flying
184 to Dallas. First class members, please check in," a
nasaly voice spoke into the microphone. I shifted in my seat,
wishing I was in first class. With my luck, I would probably
be stuck between two sweaty men who fall asleep on my
shoulder. And snore.
"Flight 184 to Dallas, coach members in rows one through
nine may board now," the voice said again. I glanced at
the slip of paper in my hand. Row 3, Seat D. Standing up, I
threw my purse over my shoulder and walked towards the desk.
After waiting in line as everyone else checked in, I finally
made it to the front.
"Passport and Boarding pass, please," the lady
said, her voice completely monotonous. I handed her what she
asked for, biting my lip nervously as she scanned my pass. If
it didn't work, I was screwed. I wasn't really
worried, but there was always the possiblity. I mentally
rejoiced when the scanner blinked green and the lady handed
my pass back to me.
"Thanks and have a nice flight. Neeexxt," she
called. I walked past her, stepping onto the tarmac in front
of me. Silently praying for a painless flight, I stepped onto
the plane.
Well? This is it. No turning back
now.
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CHAPTER TWO
After parking my car in the driveway and
walking up the steps, I opened the front door and heard
noises coming from the living room. Laughing. Who was home?
It was 3 in the afternoon, why would anyone be here?
"Hello?" I called, setting my bags down next to the
door and walking inside.
"Hi, honey, how was school?" my mothers voice
replied, for the second time today. It was unnusual enough to
speak to her once, but twice? This had to be some kind of
record.
"Fine, I guess," The school day had been rough, but
not as much as usual. Aside from my encounter with Johanna
before the bell, no one had bothered me.
I walked into the living room to see my mom, dad, aunt,
uncle, and cousin, Tessa, all seated on the couches, engaged
in conversation. This was a sight. Not only was my whole
family in the same room at once, but my extended family,
too.
"Hey, Kayli, how are you?" my aunt smiled, patting
a spot on the sofa next to her. I took a seat, clasping my
hands and setting them on my lap.
"I'm great, Aunt Jean. Sorry if I'm being rude,
but why are you guys here?" I asked, turning my head
towards my uncle and Tessa, who were sitting on the sofa
opposite of me.
"We were just having a talk with your parents about a
family matter," my uncle nodded shortly, throwing a
panicked look at my aunt. The rest of my family seemed
flushed, as if they didn't know what to make of the
situation.
"Um.. May I ask what the family matter is?" I
asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Kayli, your aunt and uncle stopped by to explain to us
their opinions on our being gone so often due to work. They
think it is in your best interest to you move down to Texas
with them, at least until we can spend more time at home, and
are able to act more like the parents we should be," my
dad explained, rubbing his palms on his jeans.
"We just think it isn't healthy for you to be home
alone so often, practically raising yourself," my aunt
interjected, giving my mother a stern look as she paused,
letting that sink in, "so we thought it might be good
for you to stay at our house in Texas for a while, maybe just
for the summer."
"You mean, move to Texas? Like, pack up all my things
and transfer across the country?" I asked, my confusion
slowly turning into panic.
"Well yes, but only for as long as you would like. You
can come back any time, sweetie," my mom smiles,
obviously on board with this whole thing. Am I the only one
who thinks this might be a bad idea? Tessa looked up at me,
standing up and addressing my parents and hers.
"Can Kayli and I go to her room for a while to talk
about it?" she asked, practically dragging me out of the
room without an answer.
"Well? What do you think?" she asked excitedly,
closing my bedroom door behind her.
"I don't know, Tess," I murmur.
"Oh come on, it was my idea, Kay! Just think about it.
Warm weather, cute boys, a fresh start, and the best part?
You're living with me! Your best friend! No more of that
Joney girl you've told me about to mess around with
you," she shruged, like this is a foolproof plan. I have
to admit, once Tess had explained all the pros to the
situation, it did seem a lot better than I had first
thought.
"It's Johanna, for one. And also, what makes you
think that Texas will be any different for me than here?
I'll still be the ugly, fat girl. And there it will be
even worse because I'll be living in your shadow," I
rolled my eyes at Tess. It was true, Tessa was practically
the definition of beauty. She had the same features as
Johanna: tall, skinny, tan, with long hair. Tess's brown
locks were wavy, and they curled into little ringlets at the
bottom. I had always envied her hair, it looked perfect all
the time. Tess was also the Picasso of makeup, and she looked
better and better every time I saw her.
"Please, Kay? If you don't like it you can just
leave. I mean, what do you have to lose?" Tessa pouted,
already knowing she had won this argument.
"Fine, whatever, but you totally owe me for this,"
I crossed my arms over my chest, ashamed to admit my
defeat.
"Great! Let's go share the good news!" She
beamed, racing out of the room, knowing I would follow her.
It had always been that way; Tessa was the popular one, the
smart one, the pretty one. I was just Kayli, her loyal
follwer. Nonetheless, she was still by best friend. My only
friend, actually.
Walking back into the living room, I sat back down on the
couch next to my aunt. "Okay, I'll go to Texas.
Under one condition. I can leave whenever I want, if I
don't like it," I told them as if I was making a
business deal.
"Of course, honey, it's your decision," my aunt
assured me, placing a manicured hand on my shoulder.
And my journey
begins.
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CHAPTER ONE
"Kayli, come down for breakfast, you
have to leave for school in five minutes!" my mom called
from the kitchen, which surprised me entirely. Usually my mom
was out of the house by 5 in the morning, and didn't
return until 10 at night. I barely ever saw her, especially
in the mornings, but I had gotten used to it. Who needs
parents when you can raise yourself? Oh yeah, that's
right, I do, but I don't really have a choice in the
matter.
If my parents would rather work all day than take care of
their one-and-only daughter, they can do as they please.
"Coming, mom!" I shouted, giving myself a once-over
in the mirror, to make sure I looked acceptable. Hah, as if.
It didn't really matter what I looked like, anyways,
because no one really noticed unless they were making fun of
me. I had gotten used to that, too, so it didn't matter.
Or at least I had tried to convince myself that it
didn't.
Now that I was really looking at myself, I realized that my
image didn't look acceptable at all. My light grey t
shirt was tight in all the wrong places, and my baggy jeans
were still a size too small. I pulled my long, curly, dull
blonde hair into a sloppy bun, taking a ponytail off of my
wrist and wrapping it around my hair.
Jogging downstairs, I grabbed a granola bar out of the
cupboard and dropping it in my purse as I opened the garage
door, climbing into the drivers seat of my lame excuse for a
car. As the engine rumbled to life and the stereo turned on,
blasting a Katy Perry song, I checked the time on the
dashboard clock. It was 6:45, and I couldn't afford to
get stuck in early morning Chicago traffic, not when school
started in fifteen minutes.
Speeding down the driveway and through the neighborhood, I
flipped through the radio stations until I found a song I
liked. I sang along, tapping the steering wheel as I waited
at a stoplight. When the light blinked green I stepped on the
gas, feeling the car lurch forward. Needless to say, I
wasn't the best driver. It was a good day when I made it
to and from school without killing myself. Not that anyone
would cry at my funeral. With the exception of my parents.
But with their busy work schedules, I doubt they would even
be able to attend. Oh, who am I kidding, they wouldn't
even arrange for a funeral, it would waste too much time. I
would probably just be buried in the middle of a forest
somewhere and never spoken of again.
I slowly pulled into the school parking lot, half considering
just driving away like I had never even been there and
ditching. I could spend my day at a park somewhere by myself.
That would be better than school. But no, being the good girl
I am, ditching wasn't even really an option. Unbuckling
my seatbelt an opening my car door, I sighed, breathing in
the fresh air as I stepped outside.
I made my way towards the school entrance, wishing I could
just go home. This was my daily routine, another thing I
should have been used to by now.
"Hey, Kayli," a perky voice chirped from behind me,
one I recognized immediately. Oh God, why now?
"Hey, Johanna," I replied, spinning around on my
heels. I forced a smile onto my face, staring at the girl in
front of me. Tanned, clear skin; shiny, brown, straight hair;
sparking blue eyes; she was everything I wished to be wrapped
up in one tall, skinny, b*tch. With looks as good as hers, I
really didn't understand how she could be so
terrible.
"So have you started your new diet yet, or is the
chocolate cake still just too tempting?" she asked, a
smirk forming on her perfect face.
"No, but thanks for your concern. How about you? I mean,
I've noticed that you've been gaining some weight,
but I didn't think anything of it. Maybe d!cks have more
calories than I thought," I shrugged, impressed with my
comeback. Usually I would never even speak back to her, just
run away and fight the tears, but she was hitting my last
nerve.
"Oh my god, you did not just say that," she gaped,
her eyes wide.
"I didn't? How embarrassing," I pulled my
backpack over my shoulder, turning back around and walking
through the doors. I knew that Johanna was right, even if she
is a total b*tch. I definitely wasn't the skinniest girl
in school, that's for sure. If I could change it, I
would, but it just didn't seem possible. No ammount of
exercise or dieting could make me look like Johanna does. I
would give anything to be pretty; to not have to deal with
disgusted and pitiful looks from everyone I passed, to have
guys ask for my number instead of ask how much I weighed just
for a laugh. I would give anything, anything at
all.
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PROLOGUE
Kayli is your average teenage girl. Well,
maybe less than average. She's definitely no cheerleader,
and she's not the kind of girl that players chase down.
Not that she wouldnt like to be, it's just not possible
for her, or so she thinks. With her dull blonde, crazily
curly hair, her cardboard colored, not so clear skin, and
too-chubby figure, she's far from being a model. But when
her rich aunt and uncle invite her to stay with them in Texas
for a year, along with her bestfriend since birth and
favorite cousin, Tessa, things are looking up for Kayli. When
she decides to use the upcoming summer to her advantage and
drop a few pounds with the help of Tess, she might witness a
total transformation.