Drama, Drama, Drama! Chapter 6: Help, I Need Somebody, a school of rock fanfic

Note: How's life, my friends? Good, no... wonderful I hope! I'm just fantabulous! I just saw Switchfoot and they were awesome! Woohoo! Anyway, you don't wanna listen to me ramble, do you? So, I would suggest you read on, mes amis, read on!

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Chapter 6

Help, I Need Somebody

Tomika

"Tomi?" Summer questioned, worriedly. "Are you sure you don't want some pizza? We got Hawaiian just for you!" I rolled my eyes. Summer had been on my case for a long time and it was getting old.

"Fine," I agreed, thinking I could just barf it up later, "Maybe one piece." Summer smiled as I reached for a slice of pizza and stuck it in my mouth. Oh my god this is great! I thought as I felt myself wolfing down one piece, then two, then three. By the sixth piece, I was stuff. Summer grinned happily and went to talk to Alicia. Quietly, I slipped in the bathroom and stuck my finger down my throat, leaning over the toilet. I didn't barf. I did it again, and I didn't barf.

What am I gonna do?I thought to myself worriedly. I looked around the bathroom, searching for something that would make me throw up. Then, I spotted it. Pills. Just every day pills, you know, Tylenol, Motrin, etc. I knew that if I overdosed on them I could get my stomach pumped. That would definitely make me throw up. Quickly, I stuffed pill after pill into my mouth until my world went black.

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

Summer
I thought that I had stopped her. I thought I had made a difference. But I hadn't.

"Where's Tomika, guys?" I asked, sipping my Pepsi.

"She went to the bathroom... but that was like 15 minutes ago." Alicia replied.

"I'm gonna go check on her." I said, standing up and heading to the bathroom. "Tomika?" I said, knocking on the door. She didn't answer so I slowly cracked it, peeking in. What I saw shocked me. Tomika lying on the ground, out cold, pills scattered on the tile. "Oh, my god," I muttered.

"Zack!" I called, "Katie! Freddy! Alicia! You guys might wanna... Oh, my god!" Tears were in my eyes, and I felt like couldn't breathe. As the kids reached the bathroom I melted into Zack's arms.

"Good lord," Alicia said, as calmly as humanly possible. "Marta," she instructed, "Go call an ambulance, now."

Tomika

I woke up. Threw up. Sat down. Threw up. Threw up, threw up, threw up. That's just about all I've done all night. Stupid stomach pumping. It seemed so good! I thought I had it made. Now, I've just gotten myself into a humongous mess. I can't believe I did that, yet I still yearn to be pretty and skinny. I'm getting sent to a treatment center in Ohio. Oh god, I don't feel so....

Note: The next chappie will be the last in Drama, Drama, Drama! Sigh! Anyways, I'm super dee duper sorry about not updating, but things happen! Anyway, thank you to all of my reviewers, and I'm not gonna individually thank you, but you all get 12 dozen cookies! Muah!