Note: Oy! How's the world turning? Okay, even though I've already said it, I'll say it again just so everyone knows. I most certainly do not think that Miriam Hassan is fat or ugly, she is neither. She is very pretty. For the sake of the fic, however, Tomika thinks she is both. Okey dokey, on to chapitre 4! BTW, the dern site won't let me do lines to divide up so I have to do like Later that day which I hate but I will do for the sake of my readers sanity! Read on, if you will, which you will, my friends! Lotsa Love to you all!

Chapter 4 – Beautiful/Ugh, Parents

Tomika

"Tomika, is that all your eating?" Summer asked, eyeing my apple and carton of milk. I shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah, I ate a huge breakfast." Summer looked concerned, but nodded in approval as I took a small bite of my apple. After the bell rang to signify the end of lunch, I threw my apple core and milk carton away and headed to the bathroom, locking the stall door behind me.

I hadn't eaten at all in three days besides that apple and milk. That's going to ruin my diet! I told myself. I have to get rid of it! Hesitantly, I took my finger and stuck it as far down my throat as I could, making myself throw up in the toilet. I quickly flushed the toilet, splashed water on my face, and began to run out of the bathroom when... WHAM!

Summer

WHAM! "Tomika?" I said, picking up my books and her's that were now sprawled all over the bathroom floor. "Are you okay? You're really flushed." I handed Tomika her books.

"Yeah, fine, fine," she said, as casually as possible. I snorted, I wasn't about to fall for that, and I was going to get to the bottom of this.

"Like I really believe that? Come on, Mika, we're friends! You can tell me what's going on."

"Look Summer," she said icily, "I'm perfectly fine, okay?"

"Are you sick? I heard you throwing up, and..." I began.

"I'm fine, Summer! Just had a stomachache!"

I was really beginning to get worried, Tomika never got snappy and mean, even if you woke her up in the middle of the night. "Well, maybe you should go home."

"No! I'm fine, okay?" she pushed passed me roughly, knocking my books to the floor again. I sighed and began to pick them up.

Later That Day (argh)

Zack

"Zachary James," my dad called up the stairs, "Come downstairs!" I sighed, rolled my eyes, and trudged down the stairs, wondering what I had done this time. As I got to the bottom, I noticed my mother sitting in an armchair, a tear rolling down her cheek. My father pushed me onto the couch.

"Zack," my mother sniffed, "Your father and I have something to tell you." I gulped. This couldn't be good.

"We've decided to get a divorce, son," my father said quietly, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

"You," I began, "You're serious?"

"Yes, we are," Dad said, running a hand through his graying hair.

"Well, what about me? Where do I go? Who do I live with? Not Dad, right Mom? It would be a living hell for both of us! Mom, are you leaving town? I don't wanna move!" Zack questioned along with many other questions until his dad broke in.

"Zachary! You will be living with your mother and you two will stay here. You will come see me every other weekend." Mrs. Mooneyham tried to force a smile. Zack smiled back.

"I'm going out," he said, getting up from his seat on their couch.

"And just where are you going?" Mr. Mooneyham asked, following Zack into the foyer.

"Out," Zack slammed the door, running down the road. He had to think, to go somewhere. There was one place he always went when he wanted to get away from his dad.

Sick and tired of this world

There's no more air

Trippin' over myself

Going nowhere

Waiting, suffocating, no direction

I took a dive and...

Summer

"Dewey?" I called, as I entered the make-shift practice area. "I'm just getting my palm pilot!" I heard muffled snoring coming from the living room where the TV was also blasting. I rolled my eyes. I don't know why Dewey even had a bed, he was always sleeping on the couch.

"Dewey," I began, as I reached the couch. I was surprised, however, to find that Zack was asleep on the couch, his face tearstained.

"Zack," I said, shaking him gently. "Are you okay?" His eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes.

"Hey, Summer," he said, sitting up and stretching. I walked around and sat down next to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Could be better," Zack answered, turning off the television.

"What happened?" I asked quietly.

"My parents," he said simply.

"Are they fighting again?"

"They're getting a divorce," he looked down at his shoes.

"Oh, Zack, I'm sorry," I said, hugging him. I knew he was worried, after what had happened to Michelle when her parents got divorced.

He shrugged. "Thanks." We sat in a hug for about ten minutes before he said, "I've probably got to go, my dad's gonna be really pissed."

I smiled and nodded, "Me too, I told my mom I'd only be a few minutes." I quickly gathered my things and headed out the door when he grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Let's do this little 'problem session' thing again sometime, okay?" he said, smiling. I smiled back and nodded.

"Anytime, Zack Attack, anytime."

On the way down

I saw you and you saved me from myself

And I won't forget the way you loved me

And on the way down

I almost fell right through

But I held on to you

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