Thin again

65kg of what?!

"Wake up Violet, it's the first day of school!"

I peer open my eyes to capturing a very close look at my little brother Shamus's freckly face as he screams into my ear. Why on earth is he so excited to be going back to school? The past eight weeks of holidays has been bliss. I stretch my arm out and grab my iPhone to check the time. It reads six forty two am, so thats twenty eight minutes of extra sleep I cloud be having.

"For god sakes Shamus! It's not even seven o'clock, get out of my room!"

He rushes to the door as if someone had just offered him a caramel Koloa. I flop my head back into the pillow, slowly shutting my eyes. But for some reasons I can't seem to fall back to sleep. My mind is so switched on I think it might explode, I bring to think about all the drama I'd left behind at the end of year ten and how much I'd changed since then. What if my friends don't like me anymore I begin to wonder. Ten minutes pass and I've gotten myself into a right anxious mess, my hands are shaking and my breathing is heavy.

"Come on Violet get it together, we're not having a repeat of last year you got it." I tell myself as I reach for the bottle of Rescue Remedy sitting on my bedside.

The tiles in the bathroom startle me as my feet hit the cold surface. I walk over to the sink and grab out my toothbrush, lathering it with some Colgate and vigorously brush my teeth hoping that maybe they won't be an off yellow colour when I'm done. I turn to leave the bathroom when I spot the set of scales poking out from under the cabinet. At first I'm hesitant but I convince myself to just stand on them. I knew I'd gained some kind of weight but I was beyond shocked when I saw the number on the scales.

"Sixty... WHAT! There has to be a mistake, I can't be sixty five kilograms?" I remark taking my eyes off the scales, lifting my shirt up to reveal my not so flat stomach.

"Violet, Shamus, I made pancakes and bacon!" My mum Sandy's voice echoes from the kitchen.

Breakfast is the last thing I want right now, I'm a hefty cow. I think to myself as I sit down to a large stack of pancakes smothered in butter and maple syrup accompanied by three large rashes of bacon with fat pouring off the side. Okay so the bacon that 234 calories and then pancakes with maple syrup is 450 calories and don't forget the large glass of store bought juice at 300 calories, so thats 984 calories! YICKS! No way in hell was I eating even five mouthfuls of this fatty mess.

"Oh mum, I told Ashley I'd meet her early this morning. I'll just grab a breakfast bar." I tell my mum hoping to talk my way out of consuming my weight in fat.

"Take a banana too dear." She replies as she waves me to the fruit bowl.

I grab the apple and cinnamon breakfast bar and under ripe banana, heading out the door. The walk to school is about two kilometres but it's much more pleasant than the overly awkward bus ride with my creepy old bus driver Bentley. For years he's driven my bus route and every morning he has a different question to ask me each on a little creeper than the next. One time he kept me from getting of the bus after school just to notify me that his rain tank was getting rather full lately. So now I try to walk to school as much as I can. My best friend Ashley lives to streets over, we both have a fear of Bentley so walking to school together has been a common occurrence since we became best friends last year.

Ashley and I are like soulmates. We do everything together and when we're not together we're on FaceTime imaging we were together. Ashley is one of the only people who understands me. I met Ashley on the second day of year eight, in which we became friends quickly after but by year nine I began to push my friends away Ashley been one of them. Term three of year ten rolled around and I found myself in a class with Ashley and we rapidly became closer than ever.

I arrive at Ashley's big white house to be greeted by her black labrador Penny jumping all over my nicely ironed uniform. Mrs Fitz comes hurrying over calling Penny with a large smile on her face. Mrs Fitz isn't like your regular mum. She had Ashley when she was 19, so she's much younger than most mothers. Ashley's whole family is kind of irregular. Her father's an engineer which means he works away a lot and her little sister Emma and Eliza are child geniuses. Sometimes I imagine that I'm Ashley's sister, apart of her perfect family.

"Good morning Violet, come on in. Ashley's in her room if you'd like to join her or you're welcome to some breakfast. I've prepared some scrambled egg white with avocado on dark rye toast." Mrs Fitz explains.

"Hi Mrs Fitz, mum made pancakes for breakfast but thank you for the offer. I'll just head on up to see Ashley." I reply making my way to the stairs.

I walk into see Ashley laying on her bed wearing only a burgendy lacy bralet and matching frilly nickers, her body is effortlessly slender having curves in all the right places. She looks up to see me taking her eyes off her laptop.

"V, hello good morning. Aren't you most excited to be walking into the bitchy hell we call school this morning?" The look on her face is priceless.

"Oh yes of course Ash, I feel rather privileged to attend such a prestigious school for it's title of most gossip spread in a year." I reply in a posh tone.

Ashley leaps off the bed with her long blonde hair bouncing behind her. Making her way to the uniform neatly laying on her dresser.

"Year 11, I'm a little bit nervous. After last year I don't know if I can handle another two years of school." I say.

"Oh cheer up V, we might even meet some cute guys this year. I mean you never know who has transfers to the hogwarts bitchcraft and misery."

I highly doubt I'll find myself I boyfriend this year or any year soon as a matter of fact I tell myself. Ashley and I make our way down the stairs and out the door, off to school we go.