Hey guys, just a quick update.

The fellow user MassieBlock1 has used the same title as my story, and I've published my story a whole year earlier than she has. I have messaged her privately, but she has ignored my messages so far. Please tell/message her about this as I'd like the respect for my copyright material.

I know I haven't posted in a long time, but school's out for now and I'm working on a new chapter! It should be up in a few days!

Dylan Marvil

Dylan Marvil remembered being led by a nurse down the hallway of Tranquility Woods Youth Rehabilitation Centre, also known as TWY. The fluorescent lights hurt her eyes and created a too-bright effect on everything around her. The plump and friendly nurse stopped in front of a room and gestured Dylan in. With no other option, the redhead stepped in her small dorm, where she'd be sleeping in from now on.

Two single beds with a wooden desk between them stood in front of Dylan. One of the beds was occupied with strewn paper and a pale blonde girl lying on her stomach, frantically scribbling on the papers. She barely glanced up as her new roommate carefully entered. Dylan headed towards the other bed, which was neatly made with a set of clothes prepared for her.

"Natalie," the nurse called, and the pale blonde looked up with evident annoyance. The nurse continued obliviously, "This is your new roommate, Dylan Marvil. Dylan, this is Natalie Sterling."

Natalie stared at Dylan for awhile before returning to her papers. The nurse sighed and turned Dylan. "Sweetie, put on those clothes and get yourself comfortable. Dinner is in twenty minutes."

Once the nurse had left, Natalie turned to Dylan, her unnerving green eyes bored into the redhead. "So, what are you in for?" she asked casually, not removing her gaze.

Dylan fidgeted under the intense stare. "Um, drug problems. What about you?"

"Eating disorder," replied her roommate with a shrug. Dylan then noticed how unnaturally thin the pale girl was.

Not knowing anything else to say, Dylan turned away and started unpacking her things. Which was only a small duffel bag of stuff she was allowed to bring. She took out the photo of Pretty Committee in 8th grade, before Massie left for England, and felt a sharp pain in her chest as she reminisced the old times and her old friends. She couldn't believe that Massie was back now, but nothing would ever be the same again.

"Ooh, are they your friends?" Natalie had leaned in and was looking at the photo with genuine curiosity. She pointed at Alicia with a bony hand, "I like this girl, she looks like a model. Does she model?"

Dylan smiled at the popular assumption. "No, that's just Alicia. This was when we were only in eighth grade."

"Ah, the good times." Natalie sighed nostalgically. "I remember when I was in eighth grade. When I didn't care so much about my body back then. I remembered not feeling guilty when I eat a Big Mac."

Dylan suddenly felt deep sympathy for her new roommate. She knew how it felt to be insecure about her body. Back in middle school, Dylan had struggled with bulimia, but soon stopped worrying about eating when she turned to drugs in high school. She and Natalie were both in here because of the same issue that triggered everything: being insecure about their body and trying to lose weight.

During dinner, Dylan was seated next to Natalie, who had a guard watching over her as she ate. Natalie looked like she was in pain as she struggled to swallow the stale mac n cheese they were served. She was also required to eat a high-calorie dessert as an addition to cure her ED.

"Do I have to eat this?" wailed the skinny girl as she eyed the loaded-with-sugar brownie. When she got no response from the stern guard watching her like a hawk, Natalie blinked back tears and took a small bite. She spat out the sugary treat almost immediately, and received a warning glare from the guard. Dylan got up and left the table, unable to watch Natalie force-feeding herself. She wandered around the dining hall, and stopped in her tracks when she spotted an ever-so-familiar sight.

A table stood in the middle of the dining hall sat four beautiful Asian girls, and it was obvious that they dominated TWY. The other patients looked at them in awe as the four girls tossed their glossy hair and ate away casually. Who seemed like the leader was a girl with straight black hair, almond brown eyes and delicate Eastern features. The girl that looked like the beta had black hair dyed in a corn yellow colour and eyes lined in heavy eyeliner. The other two were twins, with distinct differences if you looked closely. They all looked picture perfect, even in their TWY uniform. They should belong in a magazine, not a rehab centre, Dylan thought. She momentarily forgot that she was staring until one of the twins looked up and caught her eye. Dylan tried looking away, but she wasn't fast enough. The twin whispered something to the other girls, and they all turned their sight to Dylan, who was a deer caught in headlights.

Then the lead girl stood up and beckoned her over.