The Best Little Girl in the World

I am Kessa!

My parents call me Francesca, and sometimes I answer. But the Francesca who was me is disappearing. The Dietrichs' good little girl is dropping away with every bit of fat. Kessa doesn't have to eat—eating is messy, not clean. I'll just move the food around on my plate, and they'll think I've eaten some. Then I'll go to my room and dance. I'll be thin and beautiful... and a ballerina!

At first, no one knows that something is fatally wrong with fifteen-year-old Kessa—not her parents, teachers, friends, or family doctor. No one knows Kessa avoids eating whenever she can and forces herself to vomit when she does eat... that she has gone from an "A" student to failing. No one knows until Kessa's weight drops, and drops... and it may be too late.