It's the first day at my new school and I already have a wide load sticker on my back. But this is still better than life was before. Before I was taken away from my parents. Before I moved in with my grandma. Before I met Jon Scoller. He's cute, he lives down the street, but the guy asks way too many questions. Questions about a past I'd rather forget. And I am not his type. He needs to be with a cheerleader. A perfect girl. Someone who doesn't look like the before picture for a weight loss shake. Jon makes me feel like I'm more than a number on the scale, but I'm starting to wonder: does he feel the same way or does he just feel sorry for me?