Chapter Seven: Mood Swings
I groaned and held my stomach as I headed back up to my room. I couldn't believe that I ate all that meatloaf. It was so good, but I couldn't stop myself.
I immediately headed into my bedroom and got onto my computer. I made sure the door was locked before placing my hand on the mouse and opening an internet browser. I went into google and typed in two words: Dieting Tips.
Many web pages came up. I sighed heavily and clicked on the first link and started to read. I grabbed a pen and a notebook and started writing down some notes. I spent the next thirty minutes, reading tips about dieting.
But, one we link caught my eye. '"So you want to lose weight fast, huh?" This so promising' I thought as I clicked on the link. The webpage opened up and I leaned towards the screen reading. About halfway down the page, I found what I was looking for:
The easiest way to get rid of food (if you've already eaten it) is to throw it back up. Just lean over the toilet bowl and stick your finger as far as you can down your throat. A helpful tip is to run water so no one will hear what you're doing.
"Lilly?"
I jumped as the door opened and quickly minimized the window. I brought up a Microsoft Word document and pretended to type something.
"What is it, mom? I'm kind of busy right now" I replied.
"I just wanted to remind you that I'm driving you to school tomorrow. We have to leave earlier than usual so I want you to go to bed soon" mom replied.
"OK, no problem" I replied getting up from my chair. "I was about to take a bath anyway."
Mom nodded and left my room, closing the door behind her. I let out a sigh of relief and shut down the computer. I grabbed my notebook and closed it. I grabbed a Sharpie off my dresser and wrote: FOOD JOURNAL on the front. I hid it under my mattress, grabbed my pajamas and headed into my bathroom.
I turned on the bath tub water and headed over to the toilet. I pushed up the lid and got on my knees. I stuck my index finger in my mouth and down my throat. My stomach slammed it's walls together and my throat convulse immediately. I coughed and all this partially digested food came out of my mouth and into the toilet bowl.
I swallowed thickly; the stomach acid burned my throat. The smell was horrible, but I threw my head forward and threw up once again. I made a face at the floating food and flushed the toilet. I sighed heavily and turned off the bath water. I grabbed my tooth brush and brushed my teeth so the smell of my puke wouldn't be visible.
Other than that, I felt. . .lighter.
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"Hey, guys. What took you so long to get here?" I asked as Miley and Oliver joined me at lunch the next day.
"Life Science" was all they said in reply.
They sat down in front of me, piles of spaghetti and mashed potatoes on their plates. I held back a groan and tried not to stare at it. I had half a hamburger and a few fries. The rest of my lunch was in a napkin in my lap.
"Was it that bad?" I asked, forcing a laugh. I knew how much they hated Life Science.
"The worst" Oliver replied rolling his eyes and bringing a forkful of spaghetti to his mouth.
"Trust me, you don't want me to go into details" Miley said shaking her head. While Miley and Oliver were in Life Science I was in Math. I hate Math.
"You'll never guess what I heard" I said excitedly. I've been waiting for Miley to come so I could tell her this. I nearly burst with excitement.
"What?" Miley asked, thorough a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"Jake Ryan from Zombie High is coming to this school" I replied. Miley's eyes narrowed.
"So what? He's probably one of those stuck up famous people. He's probably in love with himself and his fans being in love with him" she replied.
"I thought you'd be happy about this" I said, my shoulders slumping. "I am."
"You adore Jake Ryan, that's why" Oliver replied. I gave him a swift kick in his leg and he made a face of pain.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Miley asked suddenly.
"Huh? Oh, I'm not hungry anymore" I replied, balling up the napkin that was in my lap. I felt the juices from the hamburger seep out of the napkin and into my hand. "Besides, who knows how many calories is in that?"
"Since when do you care about your weight?" Oliver asked.
"Since I wanted to lose a little weight so I'd be more aerodynamic for skateboarding" I snapped.
"It'll make you more healthy too. I'm proud of you Lilly, watching what you eat is a good idea. You've been eating a lot of fatty foods lately" Miley said with a nod.
"Are you calling me fat?!" I demanded, jumping to my feet.
"What? No of course not!" Miley replied, her eyes growing wide.
"Lilly-"
"Just because someone wants to lose a little weight for a sport doesn't mean they're fat" I continued, interrupting Oliver.
"I never said-"
"I can't believe you, Miley! My best friend!" I grabbed my lunch tray and threw out my trash. I slammed my tray down on the tray return and stomped out of the cafeteria.
I had never been so mad before. . .
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"I think something's wrong with her" Miley said after a moment's silence. Oliver shrugged.
"Maybe she has 'it' " he replied calmly.
"Yeah, she's probably just PMSing" Miley replied.
"Miles, not when I'm eating spaghetti" Oliver moaned, dropping his fork. Miley laughed and got to her feet.
"I'm going to go check on her" she said and left the cafeteria.
Oliver nodded when his foot hit something. He picked up a wad of napkin and unwrapped it, half a hamburger and some fries in it.
"PMSing? I don't think so."
