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(Lana's POV)

I was going to school for another amazing day with all my totally awesome friends...Not! As if I, Lana Deluca, the ugliest girl in school would have more than one friend. I'm surprised I even have one friend, Sierra, the most popular and also the prettiest, funniest and nicest girl in school. No wonder everyone loves her I try so hard to hate that girl for her perfection but it's literally impossible.

Anyway, before I left, I gave my mom and dad a kiss and a hug and waved goodbye. My parents are the only ones who don't know about my hatred towards school and the bullying stuff. My mom knows about the bullying but she thinks that it's stopped. I just couldn't tell her that it's still growing strong and I doubt it'll ever stop unless I became much thinner and prettier. Like that will ever happen! Not even in my wildest dreams.

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Walking into the school, I spot Sierra standing by the lockers. I walk slowly towards her as she catches my eye and waves excitedly to me.

"Hey Lana," Sierra greeted cheerfully.

"Hey Sea! What's up?" I asked.

"Party, as usual. And you are definitely coming Lana, I'm not taking no as an answer."

"No Sierra, I'm definitely not going. Remember what happened last time?"

"Yeah I left your side for like a minute and you ran out two seconds later."

"I ran out because as soon as you left, everyone started calling me fat and ugly and they kept saying that you were just using me. They even said that I didn't deserve you as a friend and that you secretly hate me," I replied barely blinking back my tears. [gif]

All this time, Sierra has never believed me about what happened at some guy's party and it hurts so much that she thinks I'm making it all up. "Lana please stop lying. How can you expect me to believe something outrageous like that when it's never happened in front of me," she said, breaking my heart.

"Because I'm supposed to be your best friend and I would never lie to you. Do you actually think I would lie about something so serious? I'm not lying!" I yell before running into my next class almost in tears.

For the rest of the day I avoid Sierra like the plague and even skipped lunch and spent it at the library.

When I go home, I look at my reflection in the mirror and literally shudder at my appearance. Why do I have to look like this? Why did God make me like this? Did he want me to be made fun of and shunned? Did he? Does he hate me too? All these disturbing thoughts crossed my mind as I lay on my bed crying into my pillow. Funny, how this had pretty much become my permanent position every day, when I came home from school.

That night when my parents called me for dinner, I told them that I ate a big lunch and that I wasn't very hungry. I felt bad that I had just lied to my parents but there was nothing I could do about it. I needed to lose some weight!

The next day was Saturday so after I woke up, I went down and ate two apples as my breakfast to keep me going for the rest of the day. I then went to a special gym room in my house where my dad had put all sorts of gym equipment.

Since my parents had already left for work, I blasted some awesome loud music to help me get into the mood for a workout. After a few minutes of dancing wildly to the music, I started to do some basic stretches that my dad had taught me a long time ago. Did I mention that my dad is crazy into fitness kind of stuff which seriously doesn't explain why I'm so unfit. In fact, it should make me super fit! Why God, why?

After completing my series of stretches, I started running on the treadmill. I ran for about an hour and decided to stop. I then did some serious stomach crunching exercises, danced wildly for an hour and then decided to stop for a short break. I drank a whole lot of water and went to have a nice cold shower since I was disgustingly sweaty after my workout.

All i ate for lunch were a couple of fruits. Skipping lunch that day was easy since my parents were at work, but dinner was going to be very hard, since my parents were going to be there. Especially since my parents are the kind who likes to eat together as a family. I was going to have to do some serious thinking about it since I have no idea what to do.

After a week of this routine it seemed like nothing had changed. I was still the awkward, ugly sidekick of Sierra. I felt so bad that I almost cut myself but I didn't because I could never physically hurt myself. Plus it doesn't even help my problems. But I stopped eating proper food except for a couple of fruits and a lot of water every day, and not to mention all the exercising I've been doing. It's crazy, but I can't stop. I have to become thin and pretty like Sierra.

Did I mention the fact that I've also basically stopped talking to Sierra since the argument I had with her last week. It's been pretty hard because she knows all my hiding places but I still managed to avoid her. I can't talk to her again. I mean, I can't believe she wouldn't even trust her best friend! Unless, I'm not actually her best friend and she's been faking it this whole time! No, that would be horrible! No, she wouldn't do that! She can't do that! But why not? It makes much more sense than her actually liking me! Oh what was I thinking, becoming friends with the prettiest girl in school. She's probably laughing her head off about me to all her real friends. It's just like me to be fooled so easily.

After this revelation, I managed to get my hands on a little something I like to call "throw up tablets". So that whenever my parents were there and I had to eat a lot of food, I could just swallow this tablet and throw up whatever food I consumed, thus making sure I didn't gain any more weight. The tablets were a huge deal for me because anyone who knows me would know how much I hate taking tablets. This showed the lengths I was willing to go just to get thinner and prettier. Yet every day when I look in the mirror, all I see is an ugly, fat girl. I can't help it, because that's what I am. But that's going to change and I'm going to make sure of it, no matter what happens!