Wow, guys, eight reviews and I just posted it two days ago? Dang, you guys are too good to me! Thank you so much for the lovely reviews! It makes posting this story worthwhile! :)

I didn't say this the last chapter, so I'm gonna say it now. This story is going to get a little…intense (that's the best word I can think of). I don't know how girls with anorexia think since I've never suffered through it, but I tried my best to make it as realistic as possible.

Alright, guys, enjoy! :)

P.S. Are any of you guys following Victoria on twitter? If you are, how are you going about the whole following spree she's supposed to be doing today? I've asked a few times, but so are many other people. And since I got a reply from her on twitter last month and I met her after her first concert, I think I'll just leave it alone. I just wanna know what you guys are doing (if you're asking for a follow or not saying anything at all).

Okay, now on to the story! :)

Tori's POV

I didn't worry about what that girl said to me for the rest of the day. I simply forgot about it. That is, until I got to lunch. I ordered ravioli from the Grub Truck and then went to sit with Andre and Cat at our table. Robbie, (and Rex) Beck, and Jade hadn't arrived yet.

"Hey guys," I said.

Andre waved and Cat smiled. "What did you get?" she asked.

"Ravioli," I said and picked up my fork and started to mix the food up.

"Ooh, I love ravioli!" She clapped her hands. "It's so cheesy and creamy and just so delicious!"

Hearing her say that made me think back to those girl's words from earlier. I told her I watched what I ate, but looking at my food now, I wasn't so sure if I actually did watch what I eat.

I looked down at my cheesy, creamy, calorie-filled ravioli. I slowly put the fork down and pushed my food away. "Tori?" said Andre slowly. I looked up at him. He was staring at me suspiciously. "Why aren't you eating?"

I gulped and fake-smiled. "I'm just not that hungry anymore."

"Tori…" said Andre. Then he mouthed, "You have not gained weight."

I sighed and then pulled my food back up to me. Just then, the rest of the gang showed up to lunch. They all spent the rest of lunch conversing and laughing with each other, but not me. I wasn't paying any attention to them. I cut up my ravioli into a million pieces and would occasionally take a bite. In the end, it looked like I ate quite a bit, but really, I only ate a third of it.

That night for supper, I simply stared at my food for awhile. Then I sighed and said, "Mom, is this healthy?"

"Yeah, of course. Grilled chicken, salad, and whole grain pasta," she answered. "You can't get much healthier than that."

I slightly smiled and then started to cut up my chicken and take small bites. My stomach was growling, so I actually ate everything that was on my plate. Once I finished, I said, "Mom…would there be any way I could start working out more?"

My mom, dad, and Trina all looked at me like I was crazy. "You? Work out?" said Trina in her obnoxious tone of voice. "Why?"

"Maybe because I want to, thank you very much." I said to her. I looked back at my mom. "Well…is there?"

"Uh…well, yeah," she said slowly. "You could go for a little jog; that would help a lot. But…how would you have time? It seems like you're already busy enough with school and other things."

"I can make time." I told her. "I wake up at 6:45 every morning; I could start waking up at 6:00 and go for a thirty minute jog then."

"Tori, you're already tired enough in the mornings." said my dad. "Getting up much earlier and then exercising for thirty minutes would make it worse."

I looked at him odd. "So…you're saying it's bad that I wanna stay in shape?"

"No, no, of course not, sweetie, it's just…you know what? Never mind; if you wanna work out in the mornings, you can," He smiled at me. "Do whatever you need to do."

I smiled back at him. "Thanks Daddy," I don't know why I wanted my parents' permission to exercise, but I guess I thought I did.

The next morning, I woke up at 6:00 and I was absolutely exhausted. I thought back to the day before and everything that had happened. Those girl's words played back in my head.

Have you gained weight?

I immediately jumped out of bed and looked at myself in my full body mirror on my wall. Looking at myself, it seemed like I had gained a little bit of weight. I couldn't understand what had happened. I could watch a video of me from a few months back and see how good I looked. I got tears in my eyes wishing I could go back to looking like that.

I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs. My dad was in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee. "I'm going for a run." I mumbled and walked out the door before he could say anything.

Stepping outside, I realized it was pretty cool out. I looked down at my body and then looked at the horizon. I sighed and, getting over the coolness, I ran off of the porch and out on the street.

I jogged at a steady pace for close to thirty minutes. I was getting very winded and my legs were burning, but I couldn't stop myself from running. What kept me going was knowing that what I was doing was good for me and my health. I put all my focus on that and I also concentrated on my breathing. I breathed deeply and occasionally, I would count my footsteps. I felt like it would help and it did a little, but mainly, I just had to toughen up.

When I got to school later, I was so tired I could hardly walk into school without wanting to fall asleep. My legs were also extremely sore. I was very proud of myself though. When I tried to run any other time, I would just give up because it got to hurting too much. This time, though, I didn't let myself rest even once. When I was done running, I felt so accomplished. I told my dad about how proud I was of myself and he said, "That's good, baby. It's good to have that feeling of accomplishment."

My thoughts were interrupted by Andre. "Whoa, Tori, you look like you've been hit by a truck or something,"

"Shut up," I said with a groan. "I didn't see you jogging this morning."

He raised his eyebrows. "You jogged this morning?" I nodded. "Why?"

I shrugged. "Uh, well…no reason. I just wanna stay in shape."

"Mhmm," he said and crossed his arms. "So this has nothing to do with what that girl said to you yesterday?"

"What? No, no…no, uh…it doesn't." I said. I didn't sound that convincing since I was stuttering quite a bit. "It's just…I feel like…I don't know how it is. It's just…I wanna stay in shape. It's good to stay healthy. I'm determined to be healthy."

He nodded. "Did you eat supper last night and breakfast this morning?"

"Yes," I told him and I wasn't lying.

"Just make sure you stay healthy, okay?"

I gulped and nodded. "Okay,"

"Do you promise me?"

I softly smiled and nodded. Even at the time, I had a feeling that it would be a promise I would most likely break, which was why I regretted smiling and nodding at the time. I was too concerned about my sore legs and worrying about my jogging the next morning to care.