Abby woke to a blanket of fog on her first day of school. Not that fog was all that unusual. The famous San Francisco cloud cover greeted them almost every morning.

She'd worried about what to wear for days. She didn't want to wear something that screamed "new school clothes," but none of her Georgia clothes fit. What did San Francisco kids wear to school? She'd watched kids around the city, and it looked as if they had the same basic kinds of looks she was used to-from normal to trendy to skater to Goth and all points in between-but each style seemed cranked up a notch or two from Georgia styles. If the look was preppy, it was even more polished. If a student wore anti-establishment gear, it reeked with attitude. Back home her own style always stayed smack in the middle-jeans and a great top and maybe something quirky or fun like a bright handbag or a collection of bracelets. Here in San Francisco, though, she decided to dress subtly-to avoid notice. She was only too aware of her size. When she held up the jeans she planned to wear that morning, they looked enormous. How in the world did she manage to tip the scale at 173 pounds? It's not that she had ever been slender. When she left Suwanee she weighed a little over 145 pounds, but Jen had always said she'd carried it well. How did someone manage to put on more than 25 pounds in a handful of months? Enough worry about clothes and weight. It's too late for that now. She took a deep breath and entered the doors of her new school.