The Meaning of Beautiful
By: Gypsy Tollamer
Okay Readers. I had a long talk with Optimal and we've come to an agreement. OKay never mind we just both apologized for being over sensitive. So, I'm gonna not talk about anymore. And I hoep you all will put it behind you as I have. Optimal's actually kinda nice. And BlackIris3 I wish you would continue to review me. I personally didn't mind my review board turning into a chat room! I had fun reading teh reviews and I mean ALL of them. (kinda) So please BlackIris3 I wanna know your comments.. Maybe you'd like to help me with something.... You're obviously a very strong person emotionally. so email me! (all of you!!!) at q_bean12@hotmail.com!!!!!
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Another week past and Quatre lost another 10 pounds. He soon had began to hate the color green. Because he'd spent so much time looking at it. He got off the bike and sighed. He hadn't finished his usually alotted milage but he just couldn't go on. He was just too tired. He removed his sneaker and opened his closet.
'What are you doing?" Dorothy asked.
"Going to sleep." he said grabbing his robe. 'i'm really tired."
"But you're not done yet." she said.
'I'm tired!" he said.
"If you're gonna quit.. You're gonna get fat and become ugly once again. You were actually getting close to beautiful. You're definately pretty." she said.
'You think so?" Quatre said.
"Yes." she said. "So get pedalling."
Quatre knodded and hopped back on his bike and began to pedal as hard as he could.
"You'll have to do 2 extra miles for teh time you stopped." Dorothy said.
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It was 7 in the morning when Iria went into her little brothers room. There he was passed out in his bed underneath a thin blanket surrounded by school books he looked absolutely exhausted. She shook his shoulder. He mumbled and opened one eye.
'Go away." he mumbled.
'Wake up sleephead." she said "time for school." She then pulled back the blanket and let out a scream. "Mom!!!! Dad!!!! Get in here!"
Quatre sat up. "What?" he mumbled.
Iria's hadns shook and she pointed to Quatre. "What have you been doing? When 's the last time you ate? Oh Quatre!!!" she then hugged him tightly. Quatre grimaced at the little bit of pain he felt. She was crying too.
"Iria you're hurting me.." he said she then let go.
'No wonder.. I am in medical school remember? Your body has no padding!" she said. His parents came in. His mother was putting in her earings.
"Iria what is it?" his dad asked.
"Look at Quatre..." she said grabbing him and making him stand up. "Look how thin he is!!" She then dobbed lifting up Quatre's shirt. He looked like one of those starved children from Africa....
His Mother let out a little sob.
'Quatre Winner." Mr. Winner said. "When was the last time you ate young man?"
"You saw me eat last night." he said.
"The last time you ate and didn't throw it up!!!" Iria snapped going into the bathroom. "Get on it!!!"
He gingerly stepped on it......
His parents held onto eachother for support and Iria just cried again...
Quatre weighed 65 pounds......................
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Quatre hugged his huge coat tighter around him. The people in here looked so pathetic and so ugly... They were eating huge plates of food and talking with nurses. Some looked so sad and depressed. Quatre's parents and him entered a lobby area.
"I need to check my son in here. he's sick." His Dad said.
Quatre backed up against the wall....
No.... His parents were not going to leave him here!!!!
end of part 4
By: Gypsy Tollamer
Okay Readers. I had a long talk with Optimal and we've come to an agreement. OKay never mind we just both apologized for being over sensitive. So, I'm gonna not talk about anymore. And I hoep you all will put it behind you as I have. Optimal's actually kinda nice. And BlackIris3 I wish you would continue to review me. I personally didn't mind my review board turning into a chat room! I had fun reading teh reviews and I mean ALL of them. (kinda) So please BlackIris3 I wanna know your comments.. Maybe you'd like to help me with something.... You're obviously a very strong person emotionally. so email me! (all of you!!!) at q_bean12@hotmail.com!!!!!
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Another week past and Quatre lost another 10 pounds. He soon had began to hate the color green. Because he'd spent so much time looking at it. He got off the bike and sighed. He hadn't finished his usually alotted milage but he just couldn't go on. He was just too tired. He removed his sneaker and opened his closet.
'What are you doing?" Dorothy asked.
"Going to sleep." he said grabbing his robe. 'i'm really tired."
"But you're not done yet." she said.
'I'm tired!" he said.
"If you're gonna quit.. You're gonna get fat and become ugly once again. You were actually getting close to beautiful. You're definately pretty." she said.
'You think so?" Quatre said.
"Yes." she said. "So get pedalling."
Quatre knodded and hopped back on his bike and began to pedal as hard as he could.
"You'll have to do 2 extra miles for teh time you stopped." Dorothy said.
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It was 7 in the morning when Iria went into her little brothers room. There he was passed out in his bed underneath a thin blanket surrounded by school books he looked absolutely exhausted. She shook his shoulder. He mumbled and opened one eye.
'Go away." he mumbled.
'Wake up sleephead." she said "time for school." She then pulled back the blanket and let out a scream. "Mom!!!! Dad!!!! Get in here!"
Quatre sat up. "What?" he mumbled.
Iria's hadns shook and she pointed to Quatre. "What have you been doing? When 's the last time you ate? Oh Quatre!!!" she then hugged him tightly. Quatre grimaced at the little bit of pain he felt. She was crying too.
"Iria you're hurting me.." he said she then let go.
'No wonder.. I am in medical school remember? Your body has no padding!" she said. His parents came in. His mother was putting in her earings.
"Iria what is it?" his dad asked.
"Look at Quatre..." she said grabbing him and making him stand up. "Look how thin he is!!" She then dobbed lifting up Quatre's shirt. He looked like one of those starved children from Africa....
His Mother let out a little sob.
'Quatre Winner." Mr. Winner said. "When was the last time you ate young man?"
"You saw me eat last night." he said.
"The last time you ate and didn't throw it up!!!" Iria snapped going into the bathroom. "Get on it!!!"
He gingerly stepped on it......
His parents held onto eachother for support and Iria just cried again...
Quatre weighed 65 pounds......................
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Quatre hugged his huge coat tighter around him. The people in here looked so pathetic and so ugly... They were eating huge plates of food and talking with nurses. Some looked so sad and depressed. Quatre's parents and him entered a lobby area.
"I need to check my son in here. he's sick." His Dad said.
Quatre backed up against the wall....
No.... His parents were not going to leave him here!!!!
end of part 4