This is different from my regular series, but it stars Teresa. It's like
another way the story can go, but I don't want it to go that way. It's one
of those sappy ones. Every chapter will have the person who is narrating so
you will know. Hehe. Enjoy!
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Teresa
I couldn't believe this was happening. I was walking to the hospital to visit one of my best friends. It would be okay if I was going to see my grandfather or go with my church group. But not for one of my best friends.
Miranda had told us that she thought she was fat. I laughed thinking, Miranda must be on something to be thinking this crazy. When she stopped eating, I got really worried about her. I tried forcing her to eat, but if she did, she threw it up. When I finally told her parents, she went to a counselor. The counselor only made it worse. She started intense exercise programs and she never ate. Last week she collapsed at the Y and she was rushed to the hospital. She's in critical condition.
I walked down the cold stark white halls feeling a chill down my spine. Everyone looked so sad as I passed them, it made me feel depressed.
I gently knocked on Miranda's door and went in.
"Hi girly! What's happening?" I tried to say smiling. Miranda was so skinny. She was practically wearing a baby shirt when she came in.
"Not much." She played with her uneaten food.
I walked to the side of her bed and tasted the food, "This is actually better then the garbage they serve in the cafeteria." I tried to smile.
"But they just don't understand what it's like to be fat," Miranda gripped my hands tightly. "The doctors don't understand what I'm thinking. You do right?"
Her questions remained unanswered as a nurse came in a made me leave. I walked down and found Gordo in the cafeteria. He had a small cup of coffee, and had his hands on his face. I would never know how hard it must be for him to see one of his best friends dying.
"Hey buddy," I gently rubbed his back as I sat down. "How's life treating you."
"I can't believe that Miranda's dying. Why her? Why did you choose her?!" Gordo looked up to the ceiling. "What about you? How's life treating you?"
"Like how a baby treats its diaper. I've got so many tests before summer break. I. I don't know." I looked into his adorable puppy eyes. Oh how much I wanted to take his face into my hands and kiss his right then and there. But I didn't know how he felt about me, and how Lizzie felt about him.
"It's nothing," I said smiling. "There's Lizzie," I waved her over. "I've got to go work at the Bean, so I'll see you later."
As I drove down the highway I pictured Gordo's sweet face looking at me. Oh if he only knew what I was thinking. **************************************************************************** **
I couldn't believe this was happening. I was walking to the hospital to visit one of my best friends. It would be okay if I was going to see my grandfather or go with my church group. But not for one of my best friends.
Miranda had told us that she thought she was fat. I laughed thinking, Miranda must be on something to be thinking this crazy. When she stopped eating, I got really worried about her. I tried forcing her to eat, but if she did, she threw it up. When I finally told her parents, she went to a counselor. The counselor only made it worse. She started intense exercise programs and she never ate. Last week she collapsed at the Y and she was rushed to the hospital. She's in critical condition.
I walked down the cold stark white halls feeling a chill down my spine. Everyone looked so sad as I passed them, it made me feel depressed.
I gently knocked on Miranda's door and went in.
"Hi girly! What's happening?" I tried to say smiling. Miranda was so skinny. She was practically wearing a baby shirt when she came in.
"Not much." She played with her uneaten food.
I walked to the side of her bed and tasted the food, "This is actually better then the garbage they serve in the cafeteria." I tried to smile.
"But they just don't understand what it's like to be fat," Miranda gripped my hands tightly. "The doctors don't understand what I'm thinking. You do right?"
Her questions remained unanswered as a nurse came in a made me leave. I walked down and found Gordo in the cafeteria. He had a small cup of coffee, and had his hands on his face. I would never know how hard it must be for him to see one of his best friends dying.
"Hey buddy," I gently rubbed his back as I sat down. "How's life treating you."
"I can't believe that Miranda's dying. Why her? Why did you choose her?!" Gordo looked up to the ceiling. "What about you? How's life treating you?"
"Like how a baby treats its diaper. I've got so many tests before summer break. I. I don't know." I looked into his adorable puppy eyes. Oh how much I wanted to take his face into my hands and kiss his right then and there. But I didn't know how he felt about me, and how Lizzie felt about him.
"It's nothing," I said smiling. "There's Lizzie," I waved her over. "I've got to go work at the Bean, so I'll see you later."
As I drove down the highway I pictured Gordo's sweet face looking at me. Oh if he only knew what I was thinking. **************************************************************************** **