People don't see me.

No one sees me.

It's like being fat.

No one takes you seriously.

You just don't exist-you're so big,

You're not even there.

Seeing Troy stare at her, as if she was a piece of meat made me uncomfortable. This girl was his ideal girlfriend. She was far skinnier than I ever will be. She's got a perfect face. A perfect waist. Everything. Was. Perfect.

She's everything I've ever wanted to be. The girl no one could keep their eyes off. So skinny, I'm pretty sure she wears a double zero at the most. The girl who could do nothing and still be perfect.

There's that word again. My last definition for it was Sharpay. But she's nothing compared to Jamie. She even looks huge next to her. I'm pretty sure Sharpay would be jealous of her too.

"Troy, I'll see you around I guess." But he wasn't listening, of course. He was too busy with Jamie.

"GABS!" that would be Chad calling for me. He has East High's biggest mouth and hair. He is the boy version of Sharpay.

"What's up?" I asked as I jogged over to him. He was busy playing basketball with a 9th grader. Showing him some rules.

" How was your summer?" He asked as he took the ball, and shooed the freshman away.

" It was okay I guess." I don't understand why he asked me this. I only worked with him for 3 months. But I knew he was just trying to get my mind off of Troy. He also knows.

" Just ignore them. He's been so busy trying to get his mind off of you know what. He probably doesn't even realize what he's doing." Chad looked down at me, " It's been tough for him. This summer was the worst." He started dribbling the ball and made a shot. The net made a simple swoosh. I just rolled my eyes. " Don't be jealous Gabby." He said as he nudged me with his elbow. "You wish you had hoops like me."

" Whatever Chad." The coach just walked out of his office after I said that.

" Alright class. I've got a lot of paper work so you can do whatever you want today. Tomorrow we'll start our volleyball unit." And with that he walked back into his office.

That fruit bowl that I got this morning was starting to come on me. Even if it was fruit, it came from a fast food place. It at least 150 calories in it. That's not right. My stomach was regretting eating it. Or was it me?

" Hey Chad I'm gonna go jog for a bit. I'll talk to you after class I guess."

" Okay."

Steady speed. Right foot, left foot. Right foot, left foot. I still couldn't get that feeling out of my stomach. I was so dizzy, and I was sweating but cold at the same time. It wasn't agreeing with my stomach. Or my head.

I turned on my heel and ran straight towards the girl's locker room. Pushing the door open, and sprinting to the back of the locker room, I found a stall with a door or it, push the lock shut and knelt down.

2 minutes of hell. The gagging and the tears. My throat hurts like hell, and my mouth taste like acid. My fingers are dripping with spit. My stomach feels like everything was pushed to the bottom. That empty feeling. It felt good.

I couldn't decide if it was because my stomach or because I felt bad. Which ever way, I knew nothing good would come of it.

I started to wipe my eyes and got up. The toilet next to mine flushed. Shit did someone hear that? No ones there, you would have heard them. Duh. But the stall door unlocks and heels click against the tiles. Pink heels.

No way in hell I got so caught up in that, that I didn't notice her come in. she would have said something. She's my best friend. The sink turned off and the heels continued until they disappeared. I unlocked mine and left.

I looked in the mirror.

You look like shit Gabriella. Down right shitty. Nothing but shit on the bottom of a shoe. Fat and shitty. That's all you'll ever be.

Rehab.

"Gabriella, you are obviously in a lot of pain. Why don't you try using your voice instead of your body to tell me that you are hurting, to tell me what you need?"

These stupid doctors don't understand anything. I'm not hurting not at all. I'm becoming prefect. Like all of those stupid girls in my school. Stupid ugly bitches that made me want to look like them.

But to me, they're still better than me. Still every girl every guy wants.

I've been hooked up to these damn machines for weeks. Nasty shit pumps through the tubes, feeding me.

But I don't want to be feed.

"I want you to stop feeding me now. Your making me fat."

"No Gabriella. It's not making you fat. It's making you healthy."

" Healthy my ass." I started ripping the tubes and the IVs out of my arm. I didn't hear the doctors telling me to stop. I didn't feel them trying to pin my down. I didn't feel them sticking my arm. Putting me to rest. I didn't feel pain.

There was no pain in this. Everyone keeps telling me that they're in pain. They keep asking me if I'm in pain.

I'm not in pain.

It feels good.

AN: ok so I had finals last week that's why I haven't updated. This chapter sucks. But whatever. I'm off to do math homework.

Peace and Chicken.