Hello everyone. This is my first real fanfiction. I have lots of ideas running through my head but this one I'm going to do first because it has been stuck in my head forever. I hope you all enjoy it and review! I am not the owner of Vampire Academy even though I wish I was.

Summary: Rose has been overweight for most of her life and she is tired of getting picked on so she joins her local gym where she meets Dimitri who is a trainer there. Will he want to be with her even though she is a bit on the heavy side?

Preface:

"Hey look out, chubby is on her way to the cafeteria! Get your food while you can!" Jessie yelled in the hall as I passed by. It was lunch time and everyday someone had to say something about me being fat. With years of being subjected to other people's cruelty, I have been able to build up my defenses and hold the tears in until I could be in the safety of my own room to let the dam break and the salty waters flow from my eyes. However, the comment that Jessie had just yelled out to the whole school, making everyone laugh, made me quicken my pace out to my car. Once I slammed the door shut, I pulled out my keys and inserted it into the ignition making my car; a white 92 Subaru legacy hatchback, nick named, Ms. New Booty, roar to life. Letting a few tears slip from the corners of my eyes, I flew out of the parking lot, flooring all the way home leaving honking people behind me.

I ran into the house forgetting everything in my car and hustled up the stairs to my room slamming the door behind me. I slid down the door to the floor and let the waterfall of tears burst making my red and black room blur together. After a couple of minutes, my sobs quieted down. I looked up at my walls and saw pictures of myself growing up through the years, saw my chubbiness grow to fat. With a burst of self-hatred I shot up and ran around my room tearing my pictures off my wall and crumpling them into a pile of paper. Screaming, I tore the last picture I had off of the red wall and ripped it in half letting it fall to the floor. With my labored breathing I leaned my hands on my dresser staring at my mirror I had hung above it. I did not like what I saw in the mirror; not at all. My hair was dark brown hair was tangled and looked dead. My face had a little bit of acne on the forehead and chin, my eyes hooded over and puffy from crying. I glared at my 200 pound self; feeling anger and disgust. I was tired of feeling exhausted all the time and being picked on by most of my peers. I wanted to change.

With that new burst of determination I grabbed a black sheet from my closet and draped it over the mirror. I will not look at myself in my room until i was cured of this obesitous sickness. From now on, that Rose Hathaway was dead, from now on, that Rose Hathaway did not exist.

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed the Preface of my new story Fat Chance (title might change later idk). Review and let me know what you all think. Beta would be much appreciated!