So I'm still experimenting with Jane and Dorothy's personalities, but here's a little glimpse into the world of Dorothy. Well, here goes nothing! Enjoy!
I do not own anything besides Dorothy and Jane!
Dorothy's POV
I sat next to Jane and Alicia with Fred and George sat opposite to us.
I bit down on my lip as the Great Hall was filled with a wonderful aroma.
Food.
I looked down at the piles of food in front of me.
Roast beef (138), pork chops (197), boiled potatoes (115), and steak (212) made my mouth water.
When was the last time I had a full meal?
Stop, Dorothy.
Stop and think.
In ten minutes will I regret this? Yes.
Simple.
I sucked a breath as I place a serving of peas (26) and carrots (54) onto my plate.
Eat less, that's all I need. Eat. Less.
It's fine Dorothy, I told myself, I can run it off later.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" Alicia asked while shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes (237) into her mouth.
I envied that.
Alicia didn't have to worry about her weight.
I loved that she could do that.
Sure she was on the chubby side, but at least she wasn't self concious. At least I hope.
For all I know, she could be bulimic.
Am I really that bad?
Everyone doesn't have weight issues, Dorothy. It's just you because you're a fat bitch. You're not the only one who thinks that.
I flinched.
In my head I basically have two voices.
A devil and an angel.
Sadly, the angel lost her innocence when she died.
When the angel was flushed down the toilet.
And the devil, the devil is me.
"Oi, Dottie! You there?" Fred snapped his fingers in front of my face, as if her was snapping me out of a trance. And maybe he was.
"Uh, sorry, Fred," I apologized, staring down at the empty plate in front of me.
My rabbit food was gone, shoved in a thresh hole I call a stomach.
"You okay? You seem really out of it?" Alicia commented.
"I'm fine, just tired," I lied.
I shoved another serving of pieces inside my mouth, hating myself with every bite.
