Post by Jeanne on May 3, 2007 17:44:28 GMT -5
She quietly shut the door behind her after making sure that no one had followed her. Biting down on her lip, she tasted bitter blood. Her own blood. Picking up the books that covered the scale, she took a shaky step onto the scale. Closing her eyes, Lavina took a deep breath. Her eyes fluttered open, and she glanced down at the green electric numbers looking back at her. Gone up? How could she have gone up two pounds? All she ate for lunch were grapes. It wasn't fair. All that work for nothing. She felt white hot anger flush through her. They must have lied. This didn't really work. The other girls just wanted to trick her, humiliate her. Well, they didn't tell her upfront what they did, but Lavina figured it out, because no one at Table 12 brought or ate lunch, except for Kelly and Lauren, two girls who where overweight, greatly overweight.
There was no other solution for why they were all so damn skinny. Unless they all had super metabolisms, which she doubted that they did. Almost a whole week and not much had happened. Well, it was only two days, but still, she expected something. Anything. A few pounds, inches, something. Sighing, she stepped off of the scale, its numbers resetting to 000. Carefully placing the books back on top so her mother wouldn't know that she had been weighing herself again, she carefully opened the door and looked around to make sure that no one was there. T.J. was still in his room from the sound of it, heavy metal music blaring. But where was her mother? Most likely downstairs, on the phone, or on the computer. Either way, she didn't hear her.
Walking out of the bathroom, she made her way back down the hall and into her room. Her vision began to narrow, and the edges were framed with black. Feeling dizzy, she leaned up against the wall of her room. Letting herself sink to the floor, she moaned. It was a jabbing pain in her side.
There was no other solution for why they were all so damn skinny. Unless they all had super metabolisms, which she doubted that they did. Almost a whole week and not much had happened. Well, it was only two days, but still, she expected something. Anything. A few pounds, inches, something. Sighing, she stepped off of the scale, its numbers resetting to 000. Carefully placing the books back on top so her mother wouldn't know that she had been weighing herself again, she carefully opened the door and looked around to make sure that no one was there. T.J. was still in his room from the sound of it, heavy metal music blaring. But where was her mother? Most likely downstairs, on the phone, or on the computer. Either way, she didn't hear her.
Walking out of the bathroom, she made her way back down the hall and into her room. Her vision began to narrow, and the edges were framed with black. Feeling dizzy, she leaned up against the wall of her room. Letting herself sink to the floor, she moaned. It was a jabbing pain in her side.