Laura leaned over the toilet bowl, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her Abercrombie & Fitch Henley. She felt horrible but she didn't care. She felt fat. Everybody always told her she was beautiful, but she never believed them. She flushed the toilet and left the stall, making her way to the sink. She washed her hands and used mouthwash. Then she left the girls' washroom and met Kyle in the hall. He was an AMAZING boyfriend. He was adorable. "Hey, cutie," he said, putting his arms around her waist, "What's up?"
"Not much." She replied smiling at him.
"Are you okay?" He asked, giving her a puzzled look.
"I'm fine." She said, leaning in for a kiss. He pushed her away.
"Well, you don't look fine. You look awful. You sure you're okay?" There was a hint of concern in his voice, and you could see it in his eyes.
"I'm fine."
"Well, I have to go talk to Mark for a sec. Be right back." He let go of her. She felt TERRIBLE. She was dizzy and her stomach was dying for food. She felt the room spin.
"Laura?" Everything was black.