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by Cheryl Robinson
Determined to lose weight, Nevada Pearson participates in a twelve-week clinical trial for a new diet pill. Nevada thinks if she’s slim, her life will be so much better. She won’t have to wear dark clothes to hide her big belly and can kiss the plus sizes good-bye. Her husband will stop ogling every skinny woman in sight, and she’ll stop accusing him of cheating. She won’t have to worry that he’ll leave her the way her dad left her mom. She can stop ranting on her YouTube channel about being fat. She’ll get promoted at work. Her fifteen-year-old daughter will want to lose weight, too, instead of staying holed up in her bedroom eating junk food and surfing the Internet for a cure to her social anxiety. But Nevada isn’t prepared for what happens next and how quickly her life changes—and it has nothing to do with her amazing weight loss.
I’d been a basketball fan ever since I was in Pull-Ups. My cousin Tattoo got me into it. I just remember cheering for this real tall, skinny guy they called the Big Ticket whose real name was Kevin Garnett, KG for short. KG was Tattoo’s favorite player, and we followed him from the Timberwolves over to the Celtics, and that was when I first saw Rajon Rondo in action, and it was love at first assist. I loved Rondo, and I loved basketball—watching, not playing. But I hated high school. I tried to trick my mind into thinking high school was a lot like basketball—a game of four quarters. That was what I told myself to stay focused in class. If I fell behind in one quarter, it could cost me the game. Well, I was almost halfway through ninth grade and getting blown out. It had nothing to do with my grades. I knew how to study. What I didn’t know how to do was socialize. And in high school, socializing was just as important as studying because if you didn’t fit in and if no one liked you, school could be a living hell.
As crazy as it may seem, the Celtics and Connect Four keep me alive. Otherwise, I felt:
F)All of the above.
Right now I felt I was “F” as in failing.
- Not school.
I was almost fifteen, and I was already failing at life, but at least, I was ahead in something.
Cheryl Robinson is a native Detroiter currently residing in Central Florida. She started her literary career as an independent author, publishing two books before eventually landed a publishing deal with Penguin/NAL Trade. She published six novels with NAL Trade and two more novels as an independent author. She is currently working on her next novel. Visit her Website at cherylrobinson.com, where you can read her blog and enter her monthly blog contest.
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