The Fat Program

Chapter 11

Recap:

Today I get to weigh myself for the first time since I've started exersicing. Before I weighed two-hundred and twenty pounds, I'm tall, from my dad's side, so I only need to loose about eighty to ninty pounds in total.

I stepped onto the scale and took a deep breath. Cameron stood behind me, waiting for me to tell him my wieight. We made a promise a few weeks ago to only check once a month, and now's the day we get to see it.

I glanced down at the scale and gasped, "Cameron I weigh......!"

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"Cameron I weigh only two pounds less!!" I screeched. Why do I weigh so much still?? I've been working out non-stop with him for three weeks now, why haven't I lost more weight!

I was depressed that I hadn't been able to lose more weight than I thought other people lost in the same amount of time. I wanted to beat myself up, then I wanted to punch Cameron for even giving me the idea that I could lose all my jiggly weight.

Cameron came in and sighed, "You're not going to lose fifty pounds a day Janey, Don't expect any dramatic changes yet. You're doing good the way you are, so don't worry we'll work on it together. Okay?" he reassured me.

I sighed, nodding my head as he came around and wrapped his arms around me in support and encouragement, trying to lift my spirits up. 

I leaned back, then thought better of it, knowing he wouldn't want all of me laying on him, so I stood up quickly. Unfortunately, I stood up a little too quickly because just as my head popped up, I kind of smacked him in the jaw with the top of my head, making a loud cracking noise.

I heard a moan behind me and spun around fast to see what damage I had done. Cameron was slumped down on the floor, cradling his jaw. "Is it broken?" I squeaked, in fear that i hurt him.

He shook his head no, I sighed in relief then asked, "Do you need some ice?"

He nodded this time, so I ran to the kitchen and filled a zip-lock bag full of ice for him. 

Like I said, I ran. Yes. Be happy for me. I've become a great runner in the last three weeks, I may even be able to do track if I go to college. 

When I got to the door I looked out the peep hole and saw an elderly women I didn't recognize. I slowly opened the door and looked out to the women expectantly.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

She looked at me and frowned. "Do I know you miss?" she asked in return.

"Umm, I don't believe so.... Do you work at the grocery store?" I asked uncertainly.  Please just get to the point lady, I have a hurt friend in the next room.

"Mom?" I heard a shout from behind the lady. A young boy about seventeen walked up with a couple of bags in his hands. "What's going on. Who's this lady? Where's my brother? "He was tall, taller than me, but still shorter than Cameron. He looked to be the younger version of Cameron. Everything about them was the same, the only difference was height and the new boy had a scar on the right side of his face.

From behind me I heard Cameron ask, "Mom?"

"What the HECK?!" I screeched. I almost fainted, but strong arms held me in place. 

This is WAY too confusing. I felt the air swirl around me and the edges of my vision go blurry. I fell into darkness, but not without hearing Cameron's 'Mom' say, "Cameron, Who the hell is this fat chick?"

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A/N: Soooo I've been sick AGAIN....  And my first year of High school has started.. :( So far evrything's going okay, but still trying to fit in and get used to it. 

I've gotten some really mean things about not uploading fast enough and my stories being too short, but please!!!! I'm working on them! :( Don't be mad at me! :( 

If you understand how it feels and howeverything's going, then thanks fior not yelling or getting upset.

But thanks to all of those who are reading this! :)

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