Blob

“I saw Eve on the street this summer”, says Zoe. “She’s gotten so fat. She looks like a blob.” I feel like a herd of horses are stomping through my chest. I want to turn and run, but my feet are glued to the pavement. Starting a new high school couldn’t be worse for Eve. She’s gained weight over the summer, her best friend is avoiding her, and she’s become the target of another girl’s cruelty. Will anyone want to hang out with her, or is Eve doomed to sit alone in the lunchroom every day?