First of all, I want to thank EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU. I couldn't believe how much support I received during the course of the week. I was so moved at how much you guys care and it's helped me a lot. Though my disorder has gotten slightly worse, I want to reward all of you with a chapter. I feel like my mood is good enough to crank out something funny for all my readers. Please enjoy this!

Next cliché: Would it be wrong to make fun of Sam with an eating disorder? (Yes, that was a sick stab at humor) But it's next on my outline so… :)

WARNING: This is gonna be short because the mood is already fading…

P.S., You don't have to fat to have an eating disorder. People would be skeptical if I admitted that I have one. I'm like a rail…

Sam's POV

God, I'm so fat! Like I weigh almost 100 pounds! How fat is that? I also suddenly care what people think about me so when someone says I eat a lot, I go into the bathroom and throw up! But gosh I hope nobody finds out, especially not Freddie because he would totally call me fat!

So I'm at Carly's house eating fries and I have to barf it all up. So I get up and start to walk towards the bathroom.

"Where r u going Sam?" Freddie says.

"I'm going to throw up in the bathroom to become skinny because I'm SUPER fat- Uh, I mean…Moo." I run off to the bathroom.

"Well there's nothing suspicious about that." Freddie says to Carly with a smile. I lean over the amazingly clean toilet and barf loudly. Luckily, everyone in the apartment is half-deaf and can't even hear a gas truck exploding. I flush the toilet and walk out of the bathroom casually. Freddie is sitting at the computer and Carly is throwing prunes out the window.

"Sam, do you have an eating disorder?" Freddie asks suspiciously.

"Umm…Noooooooooooooooo…?"

"Haha okay!" He turns back to computer for a second before swirling around again.

"Yes you do!" He cries.

"Mwahaha I lied!" I laugh, "But I guess I'll give up and let you make out with me now!"

"Uhh, no thanks…Gross." Freddie says.

"You don't wanna kiss me?"

"Umm no. I don't like you. We haven't even had any personal development."

"Oh okay."

"LOLZ JUST KIDDING! I LUV U!"

"Okay. We can make out now." I say.

So we did.

The End.

See I told you. Short. I tried my best and I hope you're not too hard on me for this pile of crap. I'll try to be funnier next time.

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