Chapter 1

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Dear Reader,

I have tears making there way out of my eyes and no matter how much I wipe them away, they continue to fall.

Maybe it's the constant yelling and screaming coming from the other bedroom that is preventing me from letting the tears stop.

Writing is my only escape from the world and the way my parents treat me.

I looked in the mirror this morning.

My dad was right.

I am fat.

I have to do something about it.

I won't stop until I'm as skinny as the girls at school.

Only then will I be accepted into the world.

Thanks for listening, yours sincerely, Grace Saunders.

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