Skin And Bones

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Chapter 5

Bile And Bones

Day 3, August 24~

The alarm clock rang. 6:30. My fingers gently pressed down on the 'off' switch. My head was throbbing, and I felt different. It didn't matter, though. I had to work out. I had to sweat. I had to get all of the weight off. As I lifted myself off of the bed, I could feel all of the fat clinging to me. It made me feel worse than ever before.

I quickly changed into green Nike spandex, black sweat pants, and white sports bra, black tank top, a cheer t-shirt, and a faded Chicago pullover sweatshirt. After pulling on my socks and sneakers, I picked up my iPod, put the buds in my ears, and played the Imagine Dragons album.

I began my decent down the stairs. I opened the front door and a gust of pure heat hit me in the face. It couldn't be under ninety-five degrees. I began sweating instantly, and a smile pulled across my face. This was going to be a good day, I could tell immediately.

3:47 Pm~

My cell phone started playing our cheer mix from last year. I quickly swam over to the edge of the pool, lifted myself up, and walked over to the table the phone sat on. I picked it up and hit answer while lifting it to my ear. "Hello?" I spoke into the electronic device.

"Hey, Piggy. Let's go get lunch. I'll pick you up." Megan stated on the other end.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" I stated and hung up. Her new nickname for me boiled my blood. My stomach growled painfully. I wrapped myself up in a fuzzy, pink towel, and jogged into the house.

I quickly changed ( outfit - ), stuffed my cell phone and wallet in my back pockets, and walked downstairs. My stomach was growling terribly. Eating won't be that bad. I need a little of something. My mind wandered to all of the choices I would have at the place we decided to eat at. My mouth began to water. I jumped when I heard a car honk in the driveway. I quickly exited the house and ran to the passenger door and flung it open. "Cute outfit." Megan said.

I buckled my seatbelt as she pulled out of the long driveway. "You too!" I said happily. ( Megan's Outfit - ) She looked so perfect and skinny.

"We're going to the mall. It has more food choices."


My stomach growled as I inhaled all of the scents of the food court. It smelled like Chick-Fil-A, Panda Express, Subway, pizza, meatballs, pretzels, and cookies. My mouth began drooling, and I couldn't seem to decide what to devour first. Before I knew it, I was sitting down with a large Chick-Fil-A french fry, two slices of pepperoni pizza, a bag of cinnamon sugar pretzel bites, and two double chocolate chip cookies. It seemed that after only ten minutes, all of the food had been devoured.

Suddenly, Megan began laughing. She had her phone facing me, and my ears picked up the distinct snapping of the camera taking a picture. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Uploading your feast onto Facebook." Megan said. Her eyes twinkled. My heart sped up.

"Dude, don't." I said. My phone dinged.

"Too late." She singed.

Now there would be pictures of me devouring over 2,000 calories in one sitting. People will look at those pictures and think, "Wow, what a fat pig." Cameron will see them. He'll think I'm a whale. He will think Megan is amazingly gorgeous. He'll like Megan.

My heart dropped into my stomach. "Why would you do that?!" I quietly scolded her. I picked up my cell phone and wallet off of the cafeteria table. I stood up and pushed in my chair.

"Are you seriously leaving?" Megan stood up and picked up our food trays. I began walking towards the exit. She hurriedly threw away our trash and then caught up to me. She grabbed my arm. Her skin was ice cold. "I can show you a quick way to get rid of everything you just ate. Come with me."

I followed her into the restroom, and she led me to a stall. "What are we doing?"

She pushed me into the handicapped stall with her. Megan pulled me over to the toilet. "Puke. Stick three fingers down your throat far enough until you puke." Megan stated with an icey tone.

"But...that's bad..." I whispered.

"Do you want to be skinny or not?" She scolded.

"Yes, Megan.." I mumbled. I began to get on my knees, but she pulled me back to my feet.

"It's easier to get everything if you're standing. I'll be by the sinks for when you're done." She left the stall and shut it behind her.

I turned back to the toilet. The white, porcelain bowl looked fairly clean considering it was a public toilet. My fingers crawled their way down my throat. I could feel the heaving, the turning in my stomach. My fingers escaped my mouth right as I began to taste the food for the second time that day. It tasted a lot worse this time.

I flushed the toilet. My mind was spinning, stomach empty. I left the large stall and walked over to the sink Megan was sitting at. She handed me a Wisp toothbrush. I brushed and rinsed and brushed and rinsed. The taste of bile seemed to last forever. Megan handed me three pillow mints, and I chewed on them.

"Well, that wasn't too bad, huh? It gets easier the more you do it." Megan explained. She put her arm around my shoulders and escorted me out of the restroom.

I vowed to never eat that much ever again so I wouldn't have to puke ever again.

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