Revised version of chapter 2

Before I start, I'd like to give thanx to Metal Salamence who gave me good ideas. Thanx dude! Okay! On with the story…

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Chapter 2

"I'll see you later then, Ronnie," Kim said taking the keys out of the pocket on her blue cargo pants.

"Alright, KP. Love you, babe," Ron said kissing her on the cheek.

"Love you, too." Before Kim could walk into the house, Ron grabbed her arm.

"Look, don't worry about Bon-Bon, k? She's just jealous. You know she wants some of the Ron man!" Ron said smiling and winking. Kim giggled.

"It's okay, Ron. I'm not even thinking about that anymore. Now, I have to go before Daddy gets mad."

"Okay. Bye."

Kim closed the door behind her and sighed. Bonnie's comment was still nagging at her mind. Maybe I am just a bit pudgier than I think… Noticing that no one was home, she ran up to the bathroom and dragged out the electric scale, the metal scraping against the smooth tile. Stepping on top, the numbers changed rapidly, a blur of black and grey. Closing her eyes in fear, Kim waited until it beeped. The scale read 104.

"What was I so worried about? There's nothing wrong with me." Kim smiled and put the scale away and went back downstairs.

Running to the refrigerator, Kim noticed a note on the table:

Dear Kimmie-Cub,

Your Mother and I took the boys to the hospital. Your brothers burned themselves playing with super charged batteries. We'll be home soon and you can call if you need anything. Our cell phones are on. Dinner is in the fridge.

Love,

Dad

"Ugh. They just don't know when to quit do they?" Kim asked herself, shaking her head. Checking the fridge, she saw the plate covered in plastic wrap. Her stomach growled and the plate of turkey and mashed potatoes looked so good.

"Relax, stomach. You'll get something to eat in no time," Kim said glancing at her toned, flat belly. Sitting down at the table, Kim promised herself that she would never let anything Bonnie said bother her again.

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"Bonnie! Dinner time!"

"It's okay Mom. I'm not hungry." Bonnie looked down at her stomach and winced as it growled, begging for food.

"I can't. I just can't." Bonnie stood up to walk over to her desk, but felt dizzy and had to steady herself.

"No one can know…."

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Poor Bonnie. Review and more chappies are sure to come.