Sam Puckett woke up to a rainy, dark Monday morning at the Shay loft. She rolled over and saw that Carly had already gotten up. She heard the smell of frying bacon.

Sam groaned slightly as she lifted herself up from the bed. She tugged open the drawers that held Carly's clothes. Sam picked out a striped sweater, a hot pink shirt and jeans.

She walked slowly downstairs and into the kitchen. She saw Spencer and Carly at the stove. "Hey Sam. Bacon's just ready." said Carly. "Yumm," said Sam. As Carly placed the bacon in front of herself and Sam, Sam paused before digging in, because she heard a little nagging voice inside her head.

I wonder how much fat that is? How much calories too…

Sam shook it off. She was being silly. She never cared about how much calories and fat were in the food. So Sam dug in, licking her plate clean.

Carly said to Sam, "Well, Mrs. Benson's giving us a ride to school." Sam rolled her eyes. The two girls went outside to wait for Mrs. Benson and Freddie. A black Mercury pulled up, and inside were Jonah and Jake.

"Hello ladies. Want a ride?" Jonah asked, as Jake sneered at them. Carly rolled her eyes and said, "No thanks, you idiot hare-brained balls of fluff." At this time, Freddie and Mrs. Benson came out of the Bushwell.

"Was he bothering you two?" Freddie asked, aggressively. "No. It's fine." said Sam, glaring at Jonah, who was smirking at her. The 4 made their way to Mrs. Benson's light green Toyota Prius.

It took about 10 minutes to get to Ridgeway. Carly and Freddie chatted most of the way, but Sam remained silent, thinking about the bacon she ate this morning.

Bacon… greasy. Fatty. Carby. Wait, carby's not a word. Dang it. OMG. Did I eat the fat on the bacon? I did! Wait… why should I care? I always eat the fat on bacon! I'm going insane! What's wrong with me?

Freddie noticed Sam. "Hey. What's going on? You haven't said anything, and we're already at Ridgeway." Sam punched Freddie lightly on the shoulder. "Shut up, Fredward."

Carly, Sam, and Freddie hopped out of the car and into Ridgeway. They were greeted by Gibby. The 3 noticed Wendy staring, horrified, at something posted on the wall.

Carly went up to Wendy and said, "Hey, what wrong?" Wendy said, "Look at this!"

Carly, Sam, and Freddie looked over Wendy's shoulders and read:

Hi! I'm Valerie Marvil. And I'm creating a club called The Skinny Girls Club! All you have to be is skinny and cute! Remember, you have to be 115 pounds and under to be in the club! And, I'm 108 pounds! So skinny! Tootles! Hope to see you in the club!

"What kind of sick joke is this?" Carly asked, shocked. Sam, Freddie, and Wendy nodded. Freddie said, "Does the school know about this?" Wendy replied angrily, "It better, and it better be taking this piece of crap down."

Sam remained silent. Carly asked her, "What? You think this is a good idea?" Sam shook her head and said, "No, no, of course not. No girl with any brains would join this thing."

Suddenly, a crowd of girls surronded them.

"OMG! This club is soo cool! I'm 113 pounds, I could be in it!"

"Puh-lease! I'm 110 pounds!"

"Carly! How many pounds do you weigh?"

Carly replied nervously, "Umm… 115?" The other girls squealed with excitement. "So Sam, what about you?" Sam twirled a curly blonde lock around her finger. "Uhh…. 118."

The other girls stopped squealing. Sam looked down at her tennis shoes. She could make out Shannon whispering, "Woah… kinda fat, don't ya think? I mean, compared to me…."

Carly and Freddie heard it too.

Unlike most cliched stories, Sam didn't run away. She didn't break down in tears. All she did was say, "All well. So I'm not gonna be in the club. Who cares? None of my friends are gonna join." Carly nodded at her, telling her that she would never, ever join that stupid club.

But deep down, she knew she cared.