* I meant to make excersice start at 11:30, not 11:50. Sorry about that. *
Dislcaimer: Don't own anything, yada yada yada.
Rattyrowe: I know a girl who went to a correctional boarding school,
that's how I know about how the schools run. (

* Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been really busy! I want to
finish it or at least get far in before school starts, which for me is September 2, so I'm going to start updating more. For those who asked when
she'll get Gordo's letters, be patient! *

(Did anyone notice that they made a new Lizzie McGuire episode? They
haven't made a new one in two months and I'd heard the series was over, then I was watching TV on Friday and they were just like "new episode of Lizzie McGuire, next Friday at seven". Strange thing.though I was really
happy because now I get to see Gordo!)

Anyway.
Letters to the Skinny Girl
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Chapter Eight
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The next morning, Lizzie had to wake up at seven-thirty AM. One of the workers brought her her new uniform. It was a plain, black skirt, a little shorter than knee length, a white button up blouse, and white socks. They allowed her to wear sneakers.

The bathroom was crowded with girls, and Lizzie had to wait five minutes to get a stall and a sink. She had about thirty seconds to do her hair, which was to be put in a braid (part of the uniform. All the girls wore a braid), wash her face, and use the bathroom.

Breakfast was a wheat cereal with a limited amount of sugar, and slices of grapefruit. She ate the grapefruit and left the cereal. After eating, they allowed everyone to brush their teeth. While waiting in line for a sink, Lizzie looked in the safety mirror. She looked strange in her uniform, with her braid. She looked like a robot, standing in line amongst all the others wearing exactly the same clothes and hairdo.

At eight AM she had group. She had no idea what group was, but learned it was therapy where all eight girls talked about their problems. Lizzie enjoyed group somewhat, but stayed quiet until her turn.

"Why are you here, Lizzie?" The director, Mrs.Winston, asked.

"I.I wasn't exactly eating enough." She said, twirling the few loose strands of hair in her fingers.

They talked about ways to achieve their problems, and possible alternatives. It was kind of boring, but Lizzie didn't mind it.

Individual therapy was just like the therapy she used to have, but this time she had a better attitude about it. She knew she needed to earn points to get out of this school, and she also knew that a bad attitude wouldn't help. Her therapist was Mr.Richard. She noticed all her therapists and teachers were women except for him. She also noticed most of the guys had male teachers, although she'd been forbidden to talk to them, she'd seen them in the halls, walking with their classes.

Mr.Richard was nice; he talked about how her problem was normal, and she had nothing to be ashamed of. He also said that wanting to feel pretty was ordinary, but mentioned that Lizzie was already pretty, and did not need to be skinny. He didn't call her pretty in a sort of attracted way, of course, merely trying to boost her confidence. Mr.Richard then talked to her about food. About how it was necessary in living beings, and how we should eat healthy foods when we're hungry, stop when we're full, and cut back on junk food, excersicing regularly. He explained that this was the healthiest way to stay slim.

Excersice was all right. Lizzie had never been to good in gym, but she was releaved to know they'd be jogging. She was a good runner. First, they stretched. That took about ten minutes. They jogged slowly for twenty minutes, and were sent to the showers.

Once again, Lizzie waited for a long time to get a free stall. She had three minutes to shower in barely luke-warm water with cheap shampoo, stubby soap, and pharmacy conditioner.

Lunch was grilled cheese and Caeser salad. She thought about what she'd learned, and tried eating more, but she couldn't. Her stomach ached. She stopped eating, and ran off to the second group. This would obviously take more work than she thought.

After Group 2, she had class. It was just like school, except it was only four hours long, and they didn't cover topics such as art and music. For the first hour, they had History. Then science, then math, then English. That was all. They were assigned very little homework, simple an essay about the civil war. Her teachers were extremely nice and supportove.

She then had Study Hall, since it was Wednesday. She finished her essay right before Mrs.Dietrich delivered the mail. She was allowed to read it during study hall and free time. The first letter was from her parents. It talked about how much they loved her and wanted her to get cured. She appreciated it, and Matt's letter was loving too, but what she really wanted was Gordo and Miranda's letters. First came Miranda's:

Dear Lizzie,______________________________________________________________

________________________________________________________________________ How are you? Omigosh, you've been gone one day and we already miss you. It's not__ like missing you when I went to Mexico, or when you guys went to Rome, it's more than_ that. I can't believe you are actually there and I am here. I wan't wait to get your letter. Remember I always will support you.__________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ __Gordo was at the DB today, we talked. He said he'd miss you a lot. He told me_____ something, but I'm not sure if you want to hear it now, or even if he wants you to hear it._ I'm sure he'll bring it up in his following letters. ________________________________ __Anyway, your parents explained the whole point system. You have to get lots of points! We need you back home! Even Kate has been kind of nice.well, nicER, after she found_ out about you leaving. Gordo and I went to the movies, trying to comfort ourselves_____ with_popcorn and comedy films. He said it wasn't the same, that it had to be the three__ amigos, and I agreed. We really love you, Lizzie.________________________________ ____Write us if you have any problems, we're always behind you 101%.______________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ___________________333Miranda333_________________________________

The letter was on lined paper. Miranda always wrote everything on notebook paper, no matter how much it meant to her. But Gordo's letter was in nice, fancy, white paper with a decorative border.