Spencer!" I groaned. I was yet again awoken by the shouts of Melissa.
"Spencer!?" She was becoming more impatient, so I reluctantly threw off the covers, walked out of my bedroom and down the hall to where I could hear Melissa yelling from.
"Did you take my pink sweater?" she asked, rummaging through her wardrobe.
"Uh, yeah I think I did, sometime last week?" I replied.
"Well, where is it? You know not to take my things without asking."
"I put it in the laundry last night."
"Whatever." She pushed past me, nudging my shoulder on the way. I looked back in her, ready to say something, but thought better of it. I went back to my bedroom and got myself dressed and ready for school.
When I arrived at Rosewood High, I saw Aria, Hanna, and Emily all crowded round Hanna's locker.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey Spence", Emily replied. "Have you studied for the chemistry test?"
"Yeah, I did a little last night but I'll do some more at break. Wanna come to the library with me to study then?" They all nodded their heads eagerly.
"How was everyones night?" I asked.
"Fine, me and Ezra caught a movie!", Aria said. "But we didn't really watch it..."
We all rolled our eyes.
"I had swim practice, so my night was just usual!" Emily said.
"Well, me and mum were supposed to hit the shops, but she bailed on me so I just did the usual - read magazines!" Hanna exclaimed. "How about you Spence?"
All the thoughts of last nights trauma went through my mind - over eating, having fights with Melissa, my parents scowling me for my grades.
"Fine." I said, and added a smile so they wouldn't question me. The bell cut off any more discussion, and we all waved goodbye and headed for class. I had French first, so I tried to focus, but I had already done all of the things we were focusing on the night before.
By the time dinner came around, I was feeling extremely tired and exhausted. It had been a long day and I was tired after hockey practice. I was thinking about the techniques I could use when my mother's voice shook me out of my thoughts.
"Spencer, how was your math test?"
"Fine, I got a 89." I awaited my mothers reply.
"Spencer, you need to work harder. I really expected you to get at least a 90."
"I know mum, I'm going to resit it, I've already organised it with my teacher."
"Good. We can't have you getting 89's and it being on your college application."
I sighed. "I know mum."
She returned to her dinner, whilst I looked at my half-eaten one.
"I'm gonna go study right now, may I be excused?"
"Go ahead."
I put my dinner in the bin and ran upstairs. I closed my door quietly, stripped down to my undergarments and looked in the mirror. I looked up and down my body in disbelief, my thighs, my stomach, everything was too big. I put on my pyjamas and pulled out my maths book. I went over the numbers trying to block out the image of my disgusting body. All my friends were lucky, but I'll be like them soon.