A/N: Hi!! Here I am writing another chapter, hoping it will take away the
writers block I am feeling with my paper I am writing----GRRRRR!!!!!
Anyway, here are a few author's notes before I begin!
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Depressed Sweden-Lover: No, but then again, it is still early on in the eating disorder. But stick around to see what happens, because it is about to get intense----dun, dun, dun!!!!!
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"Whoa. What happened?" Spinelli asked, straightening up and trying to release herself from TJ and Gus's arms.
"You almost fainted, are you feeling all right?" TJ asked her with concern, his strong arms still around her to make sure she wouldn't faint again.
"I'm fine, are you sure I almost fainted and didn't just lose my balance or something?" Spinelli asked, trying to avoid the concerned looks from her friends.
"No, Spin, you were grabbing onto the table for support and really did almost faint." Gretchen informed her. "Did you eat this morning? Maybe you are hungry or something."
"Yeah, I had a couple grapes while you were in the shower," Spinelli lied, avoiding her friend's suspicious gaze.
"Well, no wonder you fainted, that's not enough food to start the day!" Mikey exclaimed, shocked that his friend would skip the most important meal of the day.
"You need to eat, then," TJ told her, helping her up and leading her to the cafeteria.
"But, Teej, I really don't---"Spinelli protested, but it was no use as TJ shushed her.
"Don't 'but Teej' me, Spinelli, you need to eat, and you are going to eat. I don't want to hear any arguments from you. Now stay here with Vince while we go get you some food." TJ and the others walked off as Spinelli tried to figure out a way to avoid eating yet again.
Are you sure you're ok, Spinelli?" Vince asked her, noting his friends pale face and shaky hands. "I mean, you never faint or fall like that, but then again, maybe you're overheated or something, It's warm in here and you're in a sweatshirt and T-shirt, so maybe that caused you to get all lightheaded." Vince commented, not wanting to believe that Spinelli was actually harming herself, as TJ seemed to think she was. "Spinelli's too smart to do something that dumb" Vince told himself.
"Yeah, that's it, I was overheated!" Spinelli agreed, mentally thanking Vince for giving her an excuse for her near fainting spell. "I was getting a little warm, so maybe that's it," she told him, taking off her sweatshirt and revealing a blue and white Washington High T-shirt. "Maybe that will make me feel better."
"I'm sure it will." Vince smiled, glad that the mystery was solved, or so he thought. At that moment, the rest of the gang arrived with the food.
"Here Spinelli," TJ said, handing her a tray with a burger, fries and a soda on it. "Your usual, and I'm gonna make sure you eat this time. No more fainting for you." TJ gave her one of his famous 'do as I say' looks, and Spinelli knew she had no choice but to eat the food TJ had given her. Sighing, she picked up the burger and began to eat, hoping TJ would get off her back about it.
As they ate, the six friends discussed what they wanted to do and see at the rest of the convention.
"I want to see the original Senor Fusion action figure from back in the day!" Gus said, swallowing his fries. "Supposedly it is a collectors item since it was around during the war and very rare," (A/N: do things like that exist? It sounded like something he would say)
"Tender," TJ responded. "Well, I for one want to see the different variations of Senor Fusion and Femme Fatale, and how they evolved over the years. Supposedly they vary depending on who is president, depending on what the party in charge thinks is appropriate for comic heroes to look like."
"Is that really true, TJ?" Vince asked him. "That sounds a bit hard to believe that Femme Fatale's bra size has to do with whether or not a Democrat or Republican is in office."
"Becky said she noticed it when they did media studies in her grad school classes. She told me to check it out when I came to see for myself." TJ laughed. "I never noticed it, but maybe it is true." (one of my psycho professors said that----is it true—I have no idea, but it seemed like a funny thing to add)
Gretchen laughed. "Figures you guys would be interested in the sexualization of Femme Fatale. As for me, I would like to see how they were represented in different historical times."
As they continued to discuss what they wanted to see, Spinelli looked down at her empty plate, ashamed at herself for eating such fattening food. She felt like such a failure, eating all that when she was supposed to be dieting. The fact that they were sitting next to a life size cardboard cutout of the beautiful Femme Fatale didn't help matters any. If anything it made her feel even more fat and ugly, and all the more determined to lose weight. If only she could get rid of the calories TJ had forced her to consume. But how was she going to do that without anyone noticing? She thought for a moment, and then remembered the documentary she had to watch on eating disorders the year before for her health class. One of the girls interviewed had said that she had made herself throw up after she had eaten, and it allowed for her to lose weight and not have people be suspicious of her dieting. In reality, it had caused many more health problems, such as heart disease and it ruined the lining her esophagus. "But what is the harm in doing it just this once?" Spinelli thought. "It's not like I am going to become bulimic like the girl in the video, I am just throwing up once, and then going back on my regular diet. No harm done, everything will be under control," she assured herself.
"Are you guys ready to look at the rest of this convention?" TJ asked, getting up to throw away the trash that was on the table.
"Oh, boy, more Senor Fusion, oh, how exciting sharing this with all my closest friends!" Mikey exclaimed, jumping up from his chair. As the rest of the gang got up to follow him back into the convention. Spinelli followed them, but lagged behind, hoping to sneak to the bathroom without anyone noticing or having reason to suspect anything.
"You coming, Spinelli?" Gretchen asked her, looking back at her friend.
"Um, yeah, I forgot something at the table, I'll catch up in a minute," Spinelli told her, hoping that she would believe her.
"Want me to go with you?" TJ asked, still worried that she would pass out again.
"Um, no, that's ok, I'll be fine, Teej. You go ahead. I'll be right there."
"OK, Spinelli, if you're sure." The gang walked off, and as soon as they were out of sight, Spinelli sprinted to the bathroom to throw up the food she had just consumed, the whole time trying to convince herself it would only happen this one time, and that she was really going to be ok in the end.
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A/N: dun dun dun!!! So what it going to happen now? Will this be Spinelli's first and only time, or will she become accustomed to this new lifestyle? Will anyone catch on? Will she really be ok? Will Jessica Simpson ever realize Chicken of the Sea is tuna? (I'm watching Newlyweds, I had to add it, heehee!) find out next time! R/R, but if you can't say something nice, don't say it at all. Happy reading!!
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ LockDown: I wish I could post at my own pleasure, but right now I barely have time to sleep, let alone post when I want---and you caught onto my blondeness, hehe. Keep reading to see what happens!
Depressed Sweden-Lover: No, but then again, it is still early on in the eating disorder. But stick around to see what happens, because it is about to get intense----dun, dun, dun!!!!!
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"Whoa. What happened?" Spinelli asked, straightening up and trying to release herself from TJ and Gus's arms.
"You almost fainted, are you feeling all right?" TJ asked her with concern, his strong arms still around her to make sure she wouldn't faint again.
"I'm fine, are you sure I almost fainted and didn't just lose my balance or something?" Spinelli asked, trying to avoid the concerned looks from her friends.
"No, Spin, you were grabbing onto the table for support and really did almost faint." Gretchen informed her. "Did you eat this morning? Maybe you are hungry or something."
"Yeah, I had a couple grapes while you were in the shower," Spinelli lied, avoiding her friend's suspicious gaze.
"Well, no wonder you fainted, that's not enough food to start the day!" Mikey exclaimed, shocked that his friend would skip the most important meal of the day.
"You need to eat, then," TJ told her, helping her up and leading her to the cafeteria.
"But, Teej, I really don't---"Spinelli protested, but it was no use as TJ shushed her.
"Don't 'but Teej' me, Spinelli, you need to eat, and you are going to eat. I don't want to hear any arguments from you. Now stay here with Vince while we go get you some food." TJ and the others walked off as Spinelli tried to figure out a way to avoid eating yet again.
Are you sure you're ok, Spinelli?" Vince asked her, noting his friends pale face and shaky hands. "I mean, you never faint or fall like that, but then again, maybe you're overheated or something, It's warm in here and you're in a sweatshirt and T-shirt, so maybe that caused you to get all lightheaded." Vince commented, not wanting to believe that Spinelli was actually harming herself, as TJ seemed to think she was. "Spinelli's too smart to do something that dumb" Vince told himself.
"Yeah, that's it, I was overheated!" Spinelli agreed, mentally thanking Vince for giving her an excuse for her near fainting spell. "I was getting a little warm, so maybe that's it," she told him, taking off her sweatshirt and revealing a blue and white Washington High T-shirt. "Maybe that will make me feel better."
"I'm sure it will." Vince smiled, glad that the mystery was solved, or so he thought. At that moment, the rest of the gang arrived with the food.
"Here Spinelli," TJ said, handing her a tray with a burger, fries and a soda on it. "Your usual, and I'm gonna make sure you eat this time. No more fainting for you." TJ gave her one of his famous 'do as I say' looks, and Spinelli knew she had no choice but to eat the food TJ had given her. Sighing, she picked up the burger and began to eat, hoping TJ would get off her back about it.
As they ate, the six friends discussed what they wanted to do and see at the rest of the convention.
"I want to see the original Senor Fusion action figure from back in the day!" Gus said, swallowing his fries. "Supposedly it is a collectors item since it was around during the war and very rare," (A/N: do things like that exist? It sounded like something he would say)
"Tender," TJ responded. "Well, I for one want to see the different variations of Senor Fusion and Femme Fatale, and how they evolved over the years. Supposedly they vary depending on who is president, depending on what the party in charge thinks is appropriate for comic heroes to look like."
"Is that really true, TJ?" Vince asked him. "That sounds a bit hard to believe that Femme Fatale's bra size has to do with whether or not a Democrat or Republican is in office."
"Becky said she noticed it when they did media studies in her grad school classes. She told me to check it out when I came to see for myself." TJ laughed. "I never noticed it, but maybe it is true." (one of my psycho professors said that----is it true—I have no idea, but it seemed like a funny thing to add)
Gretchen laughed. "Figures you guys would be interested in the sexualization of Femme Fatale. As for me, I would like to see how they were represented in different historical times."
As they continued to discuss what they wanted to see, Spinelli looked down at her empty plate, ashamed at herself for eating such fattening food. She felt like such a failure, eating all that when she was supposed to be dieting. The fact that they were sitting next to a life size cardboard cutout of the beautiful Femme Fatale didn't help matters any. If anything it made her feel even more fat and ugly, and all the more determined to lose weight. If only she could get rid of the calories TJ had forced her to consume. But how was she going to do that without anyone noticing? She thought for a moment, and then remembered the documentary she had to watch on eating disorders the year before for her health class. One of the girls interviewed had said that she had made herself throw up after she had eaten, and it allowed for her to lose weight and not have people be suspicious of her dieting. In reality, it had caused many more health problems, such as heart disease and it ruined the lining her esophagus. "But what is the harm in doing it just this once?" Spinelli thought. "It's not like I am going to become bulimic like the girl in the video, I am just throwing up once, and then going back on my regular diet. No harm done, everything will be under control," she assured herself.
"Are you guys ready to look at the rest of this convention?" TJ asked, getting up to throw away the trash that was on the table.
"Oh, boy, more Senor Fusion, oh, how exciting sharing this with all my closest friends!" Mikey exclaimed, jumping up from his chair. As the rest of the gang got up to follow him back into the convention. Spinelli followed them, but lagged behind, hoping to sneak to the bathroom without anyone noticing or having reason to suspect anything.
"You coming, Spinelli?" Gretchen asked her, looking back at her friend.
"Um, yeah, I forgot something at the table, I'll catch up in a minute," Spinelli told her, hoping that she would believe her.
"Want me to go with you?" TJ asked, still worried that she would pass out again.
"Um, no, that's ok, I'll be fine, Teej. You go ahead. I'll be right there."
"OK, Spinelli, if you're sure." The gang walked off, and as soon as they were out of sight, Spinelli sprinted to the bathroom to throw up the food she had just consumed, the whole time trying to convince herself it would only happen this one time, and that she was really going to be ok in the end.
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A/N: dun dun dun!!! So what it going to happen now? Will this be Spinelli's first and only time, or will she become accustomed to this new lifestyle? Will anyone catch on? Will she really be ok? Will Jessica Simpson ever realize Chicken of the Sea is tuna? (I'm watching Newlyweds, I had to add it, heehee!) find out next time! R/R, but if you can't say something nice, don't say it at all. Happy reading!!