HELLO!! Sorry that it took so long to update! I was suffering from a major case of writers block and I couldn't find and lyrics that went well with the story. Well luckily I woke up this morning and felt like writing and I just got these new CD's that had some great lyrics in them. SO here we are, the fruit of my labor! PLEEEEEEZ REVIEW!!!! I LOVE getting reviews!!!!!
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" Ok…I really didn't think it would be this hard." Hillary thought, watching the kids at school scarf down their lunches.
She had been on this diet for the past month. And it was taking its toll. Hillary had stopped eating. Yeah, that's her idea of a diet. And she was utterly determined to stick with it. No matter how tired she got. No matter how dizzy she felt. No matter how much she felt like she was making a mistake. She would stick with the diet. After all, that's the only way to get people to notice you. To be thin and beautiful.
And it was true, sort of. She was getting attention. And it was because she was getting thinner. But it wasn't positive attention.
Everyone had noticed that Hillary was getting thin. At first everyone thought of it as a good thing. Hey, she's starting to care about how she looks, that's not so bad. That's what they thought. Never did they realize that she was starving herself to get this way.
Nobody noticed, nobody except Tyson.
***There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change***
Tyson had definitely noticed Hillary change in appearance. He didn't think anything of it at first. But then he began to notice the missing lunches, the small salads for diner, the tired expression on her face, and the constant naps. And today he was going to talk to her. He wanted to know what was going on.
Hillary looked up as Tyson tapped her on the shoulder. He had a look of worry on his face.
"Yeah?" Hillary asked sleepily, stifling a yawn.
Tyson nodded his head towards the classroom door, signaling that he wanted to talk. So Tyson and the confused Hillary walked outside, into the hall.
" What is going on?" Tyson asked, or rather demanded. This definitely caught Hillary off guard. She had no clue what he was talking about. But then it dawned on her.
What if he knows what I'm doing?
She panicked.
" What do you mean?!" She demanded angrily. Tyson cocked an eyebrow at her defensive tone of voice.
" You haven't been eating have you? You have gotten thinner, and I bet you're starving your self! That's it isn't it!" He questioned, very concerned for his friend.
" ITS NOTHING TYSON!" So what if I went on a diet! SO WHAT! Its just a diet!" She whispered viciously. " I thought you of all people would understand." She turned away from him and crossed her arms.
***Oh stop
stepping in my way
Not quite what I thought you'd say
Never find, never mind, never peace god at least
give me strength just for one more try
Got to give, need to live long enough just to say
that I stayed to the end of the big time***
" I – I don't know why you would starve yourself Hillary. Your – your-" He couldn't find the word her was looking for.
" I'm what?! I'm nice, I'm fine. I'm ok?!" She irritably questioned.
" Your beautiful. Your beautiful the way you are Hill. I don't want you to starve yourself. Your just making yourself worse." He said softly. He wished she would turn around to face him. Wish granted.
She turned around, but her face didn't look that happy.
" Says you." She simply stated, looking him in the eyes. As much as she wanted to, she would not run. She. Would. Not. Run.
"I thought you would understand Tyson. You of all people." She almost whimpered, trying her hardest to keep her emotions in check.
"Why? Why would I understand you starving yourself? Tyson was confused, and starting to feel sick. He was right, Hill was starving herself. And as much as he loved being right he wished he was wrong.
"Your- your popular. And not just school popular, your internationally popular! You're the biggest name in sports! And you love the popularity don't you? You strive for it. And that's ok, wanting to be popular is normal… right?" She reasoned, grabbing his arm. "Well yeah…" He said, not quite sure what she was getting at.
"Well then why can't I want to be popular, just like you? That's all I want, to be a little popular." She said sadly, leaning against the lockers and slowly sliding own to the floor. "These past few years I've hung out with you guys. I've been your friend." She was referring to the whole team, the Blade Breakers. "But I wasn't one of you, you pointed that out yourself. I don't blade, I don't know most of the rules. And I'm not pretty. All the things that would have gotten me attention, skills, knowledge or just being the pretty cheerleader, didn't quite work for me. I hid in the shadows while you guys had fun, got attention." She closed her eyes as the words came flooding out. All her emotions were taking charge, saying what they had wanted to say for the longest time.
"Hill, I didn't realize…" Tyson began, but Hillary cut him off.
"I know you didn't, no one did. But you get used to no body realizing things. Its part of being a shadow, some one in the background. It comes with the territory." She smiled sadly as she tried to make a joke at her self.
Nope, that didn't work.
"So. Do you understand?" She asked, looking up at Tyson, willing him to say 'Yes, yes I do.'
Wow, things just weren't working out for her today.
"Yes and no. Mostly no. I understand you wanting to be popular, everyone wants to be popular at some point in there life." He said quickly as Hillary quickly became mad. "But I think the way your going for it… well its beyond understandable. The only person who would understand the position your in would be you." Hillary got up angrily and stormed off towards the classroom. But Tyson reached out and grabbed her shoulder.
"Hillary, listen to me! Why don't you try a different way, another way to become popular! I'm sure there are other ways!"
Hillary paused. She was having an inner battle. One side of her wanted her to listen to Tyson, go about this popular thing a different, safer, way. The other side was screaming for her to walk away. Forget him, he's just trying to hog all the attention. And as much as she knew Tyson would never do a thing like that to her, it was too late. Point goes to… forgetting Tyson.
***I'm sick and I'm twisted
I'm broke and you can't fix it
Don't make me, cause I'll do it
Red button and we'll all go
Into the River Bellow***
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