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Disclaimer: I do not own any Lizzie McGuire characters.
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* Oh.I just realized I said she did her homework on Saturday, yet in her diary it said July 26. Sorry, let's just say it was summer homework and her mom made her do a chapter a week. (Sometimes my brain blocks out from
what my fingers are typing, lol) Excuse the mistake! *
The movie was great. Gordo said the direction was horrible, but Miranda and Lizzie couldn't care less. Brad Pitt was in it; of course they loved it.
Gordo rolled his eyes as Miranda raved on about the scene where Brad Pitt took his shirt off to slap the flames growing in the cave.
"Listen, I gotta go, guys. See you later." Lizzie said, a fake smile on her face. She was feeling sick again.
"Bye." Gordo said with a worried look on his face.
"Adios." Miranda smiled.
Lizzie walked outside. The air was warm against her back. She was wearing her blue jogging shorts, and everyone in her family knew what that meant. She'd be out for the next two hours sprinting. This time, though, as her foot hit the pavement, a wave of sickness hit her body. She felt a rush of cold shivers wave down her back and saw the clouds in the sky spin. Her head stung with pain as she hit the ground. The last thing she saw was the direct view of the sun before it was all black.
A doctor hovered over her. A small beeping sound could be heard from close by. Lizzie saw her mother run up to her.
"She's awake!" Jo yelled to Sam.
Lizzie heard them talking. The conversation went as Jo held on to Lizzie's hand.
"What's wrong with her?" Sam asked.
The doctor responded, "We've seen this in a lot of teenage girls. Apparently she hasn't been eating properly. Her blood sugar level is was too low, and her strength is disinigrating. Whether this is an eating disorder or not, Elizabeth has to start eating, or this will be a serious, maybe even fatal, danger. I advise you talk to her. There's a psychological program in the left wing of the hospital that handles girls with eating disorders. I would strongly recommend that, if her problem is a disorder. If not, we can prescribe some vitamins and pills that will slow down her metabolism so she can take in more healthy parts of food."
Jo looked at her. "Hunny, when was the last time you ate?"
Lizzie tried to speak loudly, but her voice came out as a rough whisper. "Three days ago." She couldn't lie. "Well, actually, I had a one.two spoonfuls of yogurt this morning."
"Sweetie, I thought you were eating your meals! You always finish your dinner." Sam responded.
Lizzie felt this odd urge to tell the truth. "I. I've been putting my food in my lap. I didn't think this would happen. It's not so bad, really, I was just trying to watch my weight."
Jo sighed as a worried tear trickled down her cheek.
Gordo and Miranda came running through the door as fast as they could. Miranda almost tripped before she noticed how close the bed was to the entrance.
"We got here as quick as possible," Miranda said, panting.
"Are you all right?" Gordo said, kneeling next to the bed.
Lizzie whispered back as she shoved her sweat covered hair out of her eyes. "I'm fine, Gordo."
Disclaimer: I do not own any Lizzie McGuire characters.
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Thanks for the reviews, everyone! Keep on R/R! ************************************************************************
Letters to the Skinny Girl ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Chapter Three ________________________________________________________________________
* Oh.I just realized I said she did her homework on Saturday, yet in her diary it said July 26. Sorry, let's just say it was summer homework and her mom made her do a chapter a week. (Sometimes my brain blocks out from
what my fingers are typing, lol) Excuse the mistake! *
The movie was great. Gordo said the direction was horrible, but Miranda and Lizzie couldn't care less. Brad Pitt was in it; of course they loved it.
Gordo rolled his eyes as Miranda raved on about the scene where Brad Pitt took his shirt off to slap the flames growing in the cave.
"Listen, I gotta go, guys. See you later." Lizzie said, a fake smile on her face. She was feeling sick again.
"Bye." Gordo said with a worried look on his face.
"Adios." Miranda smiled.
Lizzie walked outside. The air was warm against her back. She was wearing her blue jogging shorts, and everyone in her family knew what that meant. She'd be out for the next two hours sprinting. This time, though, as her foot hit the pavement, a wave of sickness hit her body. She felt a rush of cold shivers wave down her back and saw the clouds in the sky spin. Her head stung with pain as she hit the ground. The last thing she saw was the direct view of the sun before it was all black.
A doctor hovered over her. A small beeping sound could be heard from close by. Lizzie saw her mother run up to her.
"She's awake!" Jo yelled to Sam.
Lizzie heard them talking. The conversation went as Jo held on to Lizzie's hand.
"What's wrong with her?" Sam asked.
The doctor responded, "We've seen this in a lot of teenage girls. Apparently she hasn't been eating properly. Her blood sugar level is was too low, and her strength is disinigrating. Whether this is an eating disorder or not, Elizabeth has to start eating, or this will be a serious, maybe even fatal, danger. I advise you talk to her. There's a psychological program in the left wing of the hospital that handles girls with eating disorders. I would strongly recommend that, if her problem is a disorder. If not, we can prescribe some vitamins and pills that will slow down her metabolism so she can take in more healthy parts of food."
Jo looked at her. "Hunny, when was the last time you ate?"
Lizzie tried to speak loudly, but her voice came out as a rough whisper. "Three days ago." She couldn't lie. "Well, actually, I had a one.two spoonfuls of yogurt this morning."
"Sweetie, I thought you were eating your meals! You always finish your dinner." Sam responded.
Lizzie felt this odd urge to tell the truth. "I. I've been putting my food in my lap. I didn't think this would happen. It's not so bad, really, I was just trying to watch my weight."
Jo sighed as a worried tear trickled down her cheek.
Gordo and Miranda came running through the door as fast as they could. Miranda almost tripped before she noticed how close the bed was to the entrance.
"We got here as quick as possible," Miranda said, panting.
"Are you all right?" Gordo said, kneeling next to the bed.
Lizzie whispered back as she shoved her sweat covered hair out of her eyes. "I'm fine, Gordo."
