****Hello everyone! Guess who got into her drama club's production? ME! I haven't been assigned a role yet, but i might be the principal! (its a school themed play) The principal was going to be a lesbian named...Olivia? And her partner is named...Alex? Hmm...i wonder how that got in there... So anyways here is chapter 10!

PS: the reason why i haven't been posting every day is because my computer got zapped during a snow storm around halloween. the power went out and my computer was on and plugged into the wall so it got fried. I lost ALL my music on Itunes (1978 songs!) Luckly all my writing was still there! (Thank GOD! i would have died if that happened!). What's worse, is that everything freezes every two minutes. The internet and OpenOffice (where my writing is). I can never go on the internet anymore, and luckly today is one of the good days. So if i don't post as regulary as usual, it means that my computer is being FuckFaceMcGee and i can't get onto fanfic. On the bright side, i am possably getting a Mac for Christmas! Yay!

PPS: Many of what Ana says in the chapters is from my best friend Hayley's blog 'The Pretty Project'. The blog is really good. There are stories about people's expierience of not being pretty and how they cope with it. I even have a story up there about myself. So here is the link! Hope you check it out!

fallowtheproject

.blogspot

.com

This is Rosalie's POV, the month is September, and remember...Rosalie is British.

Enjoy and REVIEW!

BeautifulBroken: thank you!

Lolah: i didn't STEAL your writing. I just forgot to mention the blog.

addicted2svu2010: Yay!

ladybugsmomma: glad you like it so far! Oh liv will figure it out soon enough...

YardApe: So do i. i wanna hug rosalie, but she is just a character i made up. On youtube, i was watching a video about an 8 year old british girl who suffered from anorexia named Dara. She reminds me of Rosalie. Look up: Dara, The 8 Year Old Anorexic. Super sad though. Have a box of tissues in hand!

Chapter 10:

It's the next day. I woke up today feeling absolutely terrible. Last night, Mom made me eat something. She wouldn't take 'no thank you' as an answer. So I had to eat and each morcel of food that went past my lips was absolute torture. I couldn't purge it up because Mom kept a super close eye on me, so it stayed in my stomach for the rest of the night. The voices in my head wouldn't stop yelling at me, calling me fat, ugly, and all the worst words in world.

I pull myself out of bed and to the mirror for my morning ritual of criticizing. I strip out of my pajamas until I am in my underwear.

"Pull that stomach in!" I whisper, but my tone is angry. Look at all this fat. Terrible, just terrible! Flat, but not flat enough. I raise my hands over my head and began to count the line of ribs. They stopped behind the wrinkled skin of once my breast.

"Disgusting," I hiss.

I look in the mirror and see myself, fat and gross. The original Rosalie. The Rosalie who is a failure, who is the fattest girl in the world. I wasn't going to let myself feel bad, today...I am in control! The original Rosalie begins to cry. Tears run down her fat cheeks and off her fat chin.

"Coward. You're nothing! You're nobody! You're finished, you're dead," I scowl. "Goodbye...Goodbye forever,"

I turn away from the mirror. As I get dressed, I recite a rhyme in my mind.

Fat and Skinny had a race

All around the pillow case

Fat fell down and broke her face.

Skinny said, "Ha-ha,

I won the race,"

*S*V*U*

I skipped breakfast today. What's the point...but now I wish I grabbed an apple or something. I feel terribly dizzy. I missed the bus today, so I had to walk all the way to the high school. I didn't care though. I was wearing my cheerleading uniform! I felt absolutely proud as I walked to school. I was about to walk up the steps of the school, when suddenly,

"Look out!"

A skateboarder comes barreling towards me and we collide into each other. I feel myself get thrown onto the hard concrete with a guy on top of me.

"You! You!" I start angrily, but when I look into his eyes...my whole body melts.

"Dummy?" he answers, saying what I was going to say. God he's so dreamy! His sandy blond hair...his deep blue eyes...

"Yeah..." I whisper.

"Rose!"

I see Lolah run towards me, looking mad.

"You jerk! You crashed into my best friend!" Lolah cries, pulling McDreamy off of me.

"Sorry Lolah! Geez!" he answers, looking annoyed.

"Rose, are you okay?" Lolah then asks, turning her attention towards me.

"Yeah fine," I quickly get up and brush the dirt off me.

"Well you just met my jerk of a boyfriend, Josh. Josh this is Rosalie,"

Josh...a dreamy name to go with his dreamy self.

"Let's go! We'll be late for class," Lolah exclaims as she pulls Josh towards the school doors. He smiles at me, and then they were gone. Inside the building.

"Joshua Jones. The star football player,"

I quickly turn to find Ana behind me.

"Isn't he just dreamy?" I squeal.

"Yeah...but he only likes skinny girls. Like Lolah and me. He wouldn't dream of dating a fat girl like you! If you want him to be your boyfriend, you have to lose all those ugly love handles that you have,"

I frown. She is right. Ana and Lolah are both skinny and perfect. Me? It burns, but it just tells me that I need to lose more weight.

Suddenly the bell rings. Crap I'm late! I quickly run into the building. Real nice way to start the day!

*S*V*U*

I am so hungry. It's lunchtime and I have vowed myself to not eat anything...but everything looks good...but they are all high in calories, fat, carbs, and everything.

Pizza: 276 calories

Hamburger: 259 calories

Grilled Cheese: 312 calories

They do have a fruit area. Apples, oranges, pears. They do look good...but would they cause me to gain weight? I can't take it anymore! I buy an apple and took a bite. Much better. I eat it quickly, until I reached the core. I threw the core away and the bell rang which meant lunch was over. I leave the cafeteria and head my way to my next class when I saw Ana right blocking my way. She did not look happy.

"You ate something!" she gasps.

"No! I ate nothing!" I lie. She shakes her head.

"Wrong answer. There is an apple seed on your cheek,"

I brush my cheek and there was an apple seed on my left cheek. Oops!

"I can't believe you! After all you did, you give up for an apple?" she cries.

I don't answer her. She then grabs my arm and drags me to the nearest bathroom. She pushes me into a stall and says,

"You take that obese and bulging body of yours and stick your fat finger down your fat fucking throat! WE DON'T EAT!" she screams.

I do it. I stick my fat finger down my fat throat and threw up the apple. There wasn't much, but I did it. I flush the toilet, and come out of the stall. Ana smiles again and gives me a big hug.

"You did it! I am so proud of you! You'll be skinny and gorgeous, and you will thank me one day, when you are the skinniest girl in the world," she says, all happy and go-lucky. "See you at cheerleading practice later!"

She then leaves the bathroom, leaving me alone. I feel some-what proud of myself, but why do I feel so suckish. I feel dizzy all over again as I leave the bathroom. I feel myself stumble, but I catch myself by leaning against the lockers. Suddenly the world goes grey...and then black.