~*POV Mike*~

I yawned and rolled over, looking at the time on my alarm clock. 6:04. Damn, why must school start so early in the morning? All I want to do is sleep...

I untangled myself from the mound of blankets that I slept under, I was never warm anymore it seems. I stood up slowly and carefully, remembering the time I fainted after getting up to fast. I walked over to the mirror and examined my body; bloted stomach, flabby arms, discusting legs, nothing but fat.

I sighed, trying to block the dark thoughts out of my head. I walked over to my closet and picked out a semi-appropriate outfit for the first day of my junior year, a big sweatshirt, to cover my fatness so no one is grossed out and a pair of caki shorts. I slipped my feet into my favorite pair of vans before returning to the mirror.

For some reason I felt less gross when I had big clothes on, out of sight out of mind I guess. I grabbed my brush and ran it through my naturally straight hair, a feature that my older brother would kill for. Speaking of, I wonder if he's up yet...

"Mike!" he yelled, answering my question, "Hurry up, mom made pancakes, your favorite!"

I shuddered at the thought of all of those calories. Two pancakes equals 320 calories and 80 grams of fat, that's more than half of my daily allowance. No thank you, plus pancakes are completely dough, making it impossible to burn those calories before they can absorbed.

I wasted about 15 more minutes in my bedroom before going downstairs.

"Finally!" Vic exclaimed with a mouthful of food, "You take so long!"

I sat down at the table next to Vic, and saw that our mother had not only made pancakes, but bacon and oatmeal as well. I felt a ball of fear well in my stomach as I smelled the food, I felt like I might get sick. How my brother can so carelessy shovel food in his mouth without considering the number of calories he was consuming, is a mystery to me. But I know he'll regret it someday, he'll wish he was a skinny as I'll be once I reach my goal.

"Aren't you going to eat something nino?" my mom asked, "You need a full stomach for a long day at school!"

I sighed before placing a small amount of oatmeal on my plate. No more than one forth of a serving, meaning at most 38 calories and 1 gram of fat. Much better. Not to mention oatmeal's easier to burn off than pancakes... Even though it didn't taste nearly as good... No, Mike, you've been doing so good, you don't need pancakes to make you feel worse.

I shoved a spoonful of oatmeal in my mouth, taking my time to chew. I found that if I chewed slowly, it tricked my parents and brother into thinking that I was eating more than I was. Not to mention it burned more calories.

"Ok Mikey!" Vic exclaimed happily after about 10 minutes of eating, "Let's head out, I can drive us to school this year insted of walking!"

So that's why Vic was so happy this morning, he was excited about showing off his new car to our friends... It wasn't anything special, but he spent his whole summer playing the guitar and working on it, so I guess he has the right to be excited.

I followed him out the door and into the passenger seat of his car. I'd much rather walk, it burned about 10x more calories than sitting in the car. So I settled for tapping my feet to the beat of whatever song came on the radio.

It was a fairly short ride to school, so by the time we got there we were 5 minutes early. I sighed and got out of the car, following Vic to the table where our friends hasd gathered. All of our friends were seniors like Vic, but I was only a junior, so I never had any classes with them.

"Vic! Mike!" our friend Jack exclaimed, "Good to see you guys!"

I put a smile on my lips and waved at everyone, "I missed you guys!" I said, it was true for the most part, I loved these guys. But somedays I can't help but wish I had friends in my grade...

"Hey Mike," Austin said, grabbing my arm, "This is my cousin Tony, he just moved to town and he's a junior like you. So I was hoping you could show him around!"

I looked up at Austin's cousin, he was a few inches shorter than me, his face was very round and he was tan. And I couldn't help but notice the dimples on his cheeks when he smiled at me.

"Yeah sure," I responded, sticking my hand out to shake his, "I'm Mike, nice to meet you."

Notes

So this probably seems like the over down, cliche high school band fanfiction... But if you guys read my first little series then you know I hate cliche... And I have a plan to make this atleast a little bit different... I hope...

For some reason I like making Austin Carlile appear in my fanfictions as the guy that puts things in motion... I don't know why, I just think that he's the kind of guy that gives good advice and stuff... And I really like him... :D

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