Well, chapter 13, since I just put together chapter 12 and 13.
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"My name is Lindsey I am a recovering anorexic."
"I'm Carol, and I'm a borderline bulimic…I mean recovering."
"Well, I'm Kathleen and I am recovering from bulimia and anorexia"
"I'm…Ryan and I am a recovering anorexic"
"I'm John and I'm recovering from bulimia nervosas."
Serena was in a therapy group at the hospital, for girls and boys with eating disorders, she sat there watching all of the girls, and a few boys introduce their selves to her. Now all eyes were on her.
"…" Serena sat there her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at them.
"Please…introduce your self…" a man with graying black hair was sitting across from, he was the counselor.
" I'm Serena an I got anorexia and bulimia."
"Please Serena we like to say 'recovering' here."
"Fine, I am a "recovering" anorexic, bulimic."
The man sighed deeply, "That will do. Anyway, today we will be talking about how we hid or food. Serena, since you're new why don't you go first?"
"Serena sat up in her chair looking at her hands, "I did it many ways, I threw it out the window, put it inside the closet, under my bed. You know ways I expect a lot of us did."
Everyone nodded a few times. "Well, Serena. How did you put it in your closet?"
"Using a knife, fork, spoon, or my fist. I made a hole in the wall since there is nothing on the other side I just dumped my food in the hole and cover it up."
The counselor smiled at her and to the rest of the group, feeling that they were making progress.
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Weeks later
Serena's doctors along with her counselor sat down with her family.
"Good new, Serena is making wonderful progress! She has gained sixteen pounds and her weight is now in the nineties, once she is about hundred pounds she will be able to go home." He doctor smiled at the family resurging them.
"Yes, but she will still have to come to her groups every other day, then every other week, and so on." Mr. Smith Serena's counselor told the Tuskino's.
"My baby is actually getting better this time? I'm so…" My Tuskino began crying as her husband put his arms around her.
"Our little girl is getting better…"
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Almost coming to an end…or is THIS the end?
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"My name is Lindsey I am a recovering anorexic."
"I'm Carol, and I'm a borderline bulimic…I mean recovering."
"Well, I'm Kathleen and I am recovering from bulimia and anorexia"
"I'm…Ryan and I am a recovering anorexic"
"I'm John and I'm recovering from bulimia nervosas."
Serena was in a therapy group at the hospital, for girls and boys with eating disorders, she sat there watching all of the girls, and a few boys introduce their selves to her. Now all eyes were on her.
"…" Serena sat there her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at them.
"Please…introduce your self…" a man with graying black hair was sitting across from, he was the counselor.
" I'm Serena an I got anorexia and bulimia."
"Please Serena we like to say 'recovering' here."
"Fine, I am a "recovering" anorexic, bulimic."
The man sighed deeply, "That will do. Anyway, today we will be talking about how we hid or food. Serena, since you're new why don't you go first?"
"Serena sat up in her chair looking at her hands, "I did it many ways, I threw it out the window, put it inside the closet, under my bed. You know ways I expect a lot of us did."
Everyone nodded a few times. "Well, Serena. How did you put it in your closet?"
"Using a knife, fork, spoon, or my fist. I made a hole in the wall since there is nothing on the other side I just dumped my food in the hole and cover it up."
The counselor smiled at her and to the rest of the group, feeling that they were making progress.
~*~*~
Weeks later
Serena's doctors along with her counselor sat down with her family.
"Good new, Serena is making wonderful progress! She has gained sixteen pounds and her weight is now in the nineties, once she is about hundred pounds she will be able to go home." He doctor smiled at the family resurging them.
"Yes, but she will still have to come to her groups every other day, then every other week, and so on." Mr. Smith Serena's counselor told the Tuskino's.
"My baby is actually getting better this time? I'm so…" My Tuskino began crying as her husband put his arms around her.
"Our little girl is getting better…"
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Almost coming to an end…or is THIS the end?
