A/N: here I am, writing yet another chapter for your reading pleasure, as I
try to stay awake and get everything in the world that I need to do done,
and recover from the asthma attack I had in kickboxing before, But writing
for my reviewers always makes me feel better, so here you are with a new
chapter. But first, some notes to those who reviewed.
This is gonna be a short one—but it will get longer! Pinky Promise!
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Depressed Sweden-Lover: Glad you like it, I hope you keep reading!
LilVickiRyan: Here you go! Hope you like it!
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After lunch, Spinelli walked down the hall and into the girl's bathroom, looking behind her to make sure nobody was following her. Locking herself into one of the stalls, she knelt on the floor and stuck her fingers down her throat forcing the food she had just eaten come back up again. She leaned her forehead on the porcelain seat, closing her eyes briefly. "I had to do it," she convinced herself. "As much as I love those chocolate chip cookies TJ's mom makes, I couldn't let them stay in my system. I couldn't risk any weight gain. Besides, I only do it when I absolutely have to, so all is good right?"
To Spinelli, and even to her friends, things may have been fine, but in reality, they weren't. On the outside, she seemed like the same loving, yet tough girl everyone knew in loved---captain of the debate team, honors student and captain of the kickboxing team. She was well liked, pretty and the kind of girl everyone wanted to be friends with, although most guys found her too sisterly to date.
However, nobody, not her closest friends or even Spinelli herself, seemed to know how much she was suffering behind closed doors. She still hadn't truly come to terms with losing her entire family within the span of three months, not to mention all the pressure of senior year, graduation and deciding on what college to go to was beginning to take a toll on her. And then there was the fact that she....oh she couldn't even think about that. "Because there was nothing wrong with me, I mean sure, I have had a lot to deal with for the past few months, but that doesn't mean I am going off the deep end or anything," she rationalized, "After all, TJ and everyone think that I lost interest in the whole dieting thing, I don't need to worry about them questioning me anymore. Plus I don't have a problem, I only throw up when I absolutely have to."
Spinelli sighed as she sat on the bathroom floor. It was a month since the day of the convention, and Spinelli had been forcing herself to throw up on a consistent basis, each time promising herself it would be the last time, yet she was unable to stop, as much as she might have wanted to. She had also been going to the gym for hours on end each day, hoping to shed any extra calories that may have creeped into her body. Her friends around her noticed that she had lost some weight and complemented her on how great she looked and luckily they all assumed it was because of kickboxing and the gym.
However, she still thought she was fat, especially around her middle, which seemed to be where most of her calories clung onto, and it was why she was still dieting. Spinelli opened her eyes, still feeling full from all the food she had eaten earlier. "Damn, Mrs. Detweiler, why do you have to make such good food?" she thought to herself as she once again forced the contents inside her stomach to leave her body and go into the toilet. "Come on, I can't let this weight stick to me, I just can't," she whispered, leaning her head against the wall and bursting into tears. She felt as if she was losing control, almost as if someone were trying to take over her body. "But losing control is wrong," she said aloud. "And Ashley Spinelli will not lose control, because she has all of this under control."
She got up and flushed the toilet, hoping that nobody had heard her purging and mini crying spell. She walked out of the stall and to the sinks, unaware of the gaunt, ashen faced girl that stared back at her in the mirror. "You fat, ugly pig," she told herself as she rinsed her mouth out with water and attempted to fix her hair. As she was doing this, she was unaware of the presence of one of her fellow classmates until her voice was heard, causing Spinelli to nearly jump out of her skin in fright.
"Spinelli, I know what's going on with you. I know your secret, just let me help you. Please," the voice pleaded. Spinelli turned around, and came face to face with................
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A/N: bwahahahahaahahahahaha! Cliffie!!! Who could it be standing in the bathroom with her? Will Spinelli admit her problem? Or will she hurt herself even more? Will Monk and TJ be the next to lead the free world? (I need to add these random questions) find out and read and please leave me a review aka soul hug!. Happy reading!
This is gonna be a short one—but it will get longer! Pinky Promise!
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Depressed Sweden-Lover: Glad you like it, I hope you keep reading!
LilVickiRyan: Here you go! Hope you like it!
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After lunch, Spinelli walked down the hall and into the girl's bathroom, looking behind her to make sure nobody was following her. Locking herself into one of the stalls, she knelt on the floor and stuck her fingers down her throat forcing the food she had just eaten come back up again. She leaned her forehead on the porcelain seat, closing her eyes briefly. "I had to do it," she convinced herself. "As much as I love those chocolate chip cookies TJ's mom makes, I couldn't let them stay in my system. I couldn't risk any weight gain. Besides, I only do it when I absolutely have to, so all is good right?"
To Spinelli, and even to her friends, things may have been fine, but in reality, they weren't. On the outside, she seemed like the same loving, yet tough girl everyone knew in loved---captain of the debate team, honors student and captain of the kickboxing team. She was well liked, pretty and the kind of girl everyone wanted to be friends with, although most guys found her too sisterly to date.
However, nobody, not her closest friends or even Spinelli herself, seemed to know how much she was suffering behind closed doors. She still hadn't truly come to terms with losing her entire family within the span of three months, not to mention all the pressure of senior year, graduation and deciding on what college to go to was beginning to take a toll on her. And then there was the fact that she....oh she couldn't even think about that. "Because there was nothing wrong with me, I mean sure, I have had a lot to deal with for the past few months, but that doesn't mean I am going off the deep end or anything," she rationalized, "After all, TJ and everyone think that I lost interest in the whole dieting thing, I don't need to worry about them questioning me anymore. Plus I don't have a problem, I only throw up when I absolutely have to."
Spinelli sighed as she sat on the bathroom floor. It was a month since the day of the convention, and Spinelli had been forcing herself to throw up on a consistent basis, each time promising herself it would be the last time, yet she was unable to stop, as much as she might have wanted to. She had also been going to the gym for hours on end each day, hoping to shed any extra calories that may have creeped into her body. Her friends around her noticed that she had lost some weight and complemented her on how great she looked and luckily they all assumed it was because of kickboxing and the gym.
However, she still thought she was fat, especially around her middle, which seemed to be where most of her calories clung onto, and it was why she was still dieting. Spinelli opened her eyes, still feeling full from all the food she had eaten earlier. "Damn, Mrs. Detweiler, why do you have to make such good food?" she thought to herself as she once again forced the contents inside her stomach to leave her body and go into the toilet. "Come on, I can't let this weight stick to me, I just can't," she whispered, leaning her head against the wall and bursting into tears. She felt as if she was losing control, almost as if someone were trying to take over her body. "But losing control is wrong," she said aloud. "And Ashley Spinelli will not lose control, because she has all of this under control."
She got up and flushed the toilet, hoping that nobody had heard her purging and mini crying spell. She walked out of the stall and to the sinks, unaware of the gaunt, ashen faced girl that stared back at her in the mirror. "You fat, ugly pig," she told herself as she rinsed her mouth out with water and attempted to fix her hair. As she was doing this, she was unaware of the presence of one of her fellow classmates until her voice was heard, causing Spinelli to nearly jump out of her skin in fright.
"Spinelli, I know what's going on with you. I know your secret, just let me help you. Please," the voice pleaded. Spinelli turned around, and came face to face with................
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A/N: bwahahahahaahahahahaha! Cliffie!!! Who could it be standing in the bathroom with her? Will Spinelli admit her problem? Or will she hurt herself even more? Will Monk and TJ be the next to lead the free world? (I need to add these random questions) find out and read and please leave me a review aka soul hug!. Happy reading!