TITLE: Fat. Geek. Rock Goddess.
GENRE: Contemporary YA
I once got a Chinese fortune cookie that said, “The way you start a journey sets the tone for the entire trip.” It was one of those nice little sayings that are supposed to make you feel good about starting something new. Now, I don’t usually believe in fortune cookies, or horoscopes, and stuff like that, but if my first ten minutes at Roosevelt High were a sign of how freshman year was going to go, then I was in for the worst year of my life.
The bell signaling the start of the first day of ninth grade hadn’t even sounded yet and here I was, huddled in the corner of a stall in the girls’ bathroom, with my extra-large body wedged between a still un-graffitied wall and the metal flusher thingy that jutted out from the toilet. On the other side of the stall door, Tori McIntyre and her evil sidekicks, Anna and Katie, were admiring themselves in front of the long row of mirrors.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The only reason I was in the bathroom to begin with was because I had nowhere else to go after Mom dropped me off out front, kissed my head and said, Knock em’ dead Jenna. Mom was in her typical oh-my-god-I-was-supposed-to-be-at-the-office-an-hour-ago mode and had dropped me off a freakin’ twenty-five minutes before the orientation assembly. Faced with almost a full half hour of free time in a school where I had no friends, but plenty of enemies; I did what any self-respecting fat girl would do. I hid in the bathroom.