Abby Lockhart stood in front of her bathroom mirror and looked at herself. God, Abby, you're so fat; you really should go on a diet. Abby stepped up on her scale. 135 pounds. And she was barely 5'4. Oh my god. I am so fat. Why is it that Susan and Chen and everyone is thin and I am stuck being fat? Luka Kovac's words rang in her head, "Well at least I don't eat all the time and since you're getting as fat as a pig, I can't date you anymore." The thought was enough for Abby to hurl. She had an idea. John Carter was out, getting some ice cream for the two of them, so she had an idea. She would just tell Carter she was sick. Abby stuck her middle finger down her throat and was instantly sick. She got sick and managed to get it in the toilet. Just then, Carter came into the bathroom. "Abby? What's wrong?" "I think it was the sauce. I've always gotten sick after eating that sauce for some reason." Abby knew it sounded stupid, but it was the only excuse she could make up. "Well, okay, I'll get you something and then we'll sit out on the couch and watch me eat cookie dough ice cream or something." Carter said. He helped Abby to the couch. Her stomach growled as Carter devoured a huge bowl of ice cream. But then she thought, skinny. If you want to be skinny like Susan and Chen and all them, then you cannot eat. Abby told herself this as she watched a bit of ice cream fall of the spoon and fall on Carter's shirt. "Oops." Carter laughed. Abby was dying for some ice cream. "You know what, Carter? I'm not that hungry, and I want to go to bed." Abby said. "Okay, I'll be in later. Tell me if you need anything." "I will."