Lilly's POV

I was at my locker getting my English books when Lucas walked by.

"Oh, hey Lilly." he said.

"Hey Lucas." I replied.

"What you want me back?" he asked.

"No! I broke up with you! Remember! You two timer!" I yelled.

Not a Lie.

"Lucas, you're a two timer?" his girl asked.

"I...well...Stacy...I..." he started.

"Ya, tell her Lu-kiss-every-girl-in-school." I said.

"We are over Lucas!" she told him.

Lucas walked away sadly.

"I'm sorry Lilly." she told me.

"For what? You didn't do anything." I said.

"Yes I did. I went along with anything he said about you." she told me.

"Oh. Well, I forgive you." I said as I hugged her.

"Friends?" she asked.

"Sounds good Stacy." I told her.

"Well, I have to go to English now." she told me.

"Oh, I have English now too!" I exclaimed.

We walked to English together. Stacy sat to my left. Oliver in front and Miley behind me.

Class started. Boring.

After school, I went home. One bad moment today. Not bad. I went up to my room.

Biology, Algebra, and Spanish was all I had.

I was working on Spanish when my phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Lilly! Look on Amber's gossip site."

I went online and type in the web address.

I looked on the front page and my jaw dropped.

"I'll call you later Miles."

I hung up.

Amber's site read:

Lilly sleeps in footsie pajamas!

I can't believe her! I then received an IM.

Stacyloo101: lilly its stacy! im am on ur side wut amber said bout u!!

Sk8erGrrrl: thx stacy!

SmileyMiles: lilly im on ur side!!

SmokinOken: me 2 lilly!

Sk8erGrrrl: thx everyone!!

Miley sent me a link and I clicked on it.

Hannah's Gossip Site

was the name of the site.

Her top story read:

Amber Addison in Elementary School!

Then it showed an embarrassing picture of her.

I signed off.

I finished my homework. I went downstairs for awhile. But I kept thinking about Amber and Lucas. So I grabbed a kitchen knife and went into a bathroom.

I forgot to lock the door. I took the hoodie off. I put the blade to my wrist. I cut my wrist. Then I heard.

"Lilly? Where's my meat knife?" mom yelled.

She near the bathroom. I cut my other wrist. I was relieved.

"Lillian Anne Truscott, what are you doing?" she asked.

Mom was standing at the bathroom door with tears in her eyes.

"I was...umm...well..." I started.

"Cutting? Lillian I thought I taught you better." she cried.

I stared at her. I didn't know what to say.

"I'll take this from you." she said as she grabbed the knife and started washing it.

I put band-aids on my cuts.

"Lillian, maybe we should send you to rehab." she told me.

"Why? I don't have a problem!" I exclaimed.

A Lie.

"Yes you do!" she told me.

"Fine I'll try it." I said.

"Ok. I know a good place." she said as she walked out.

I went back to my room. Cutting was over. It felt so good to release my anger.

Miley's POV

I can't believe Amber! But now the whole country seen her most embarrassing picture! The thing she said about Lilly is a thing of the past.

"Dinner time!" dad yelled.

I walked downstairs.

Oh, no. Dad made his favorite meal. Bacon, steak, and mashed potatoes. He already made my plate.

I sat down.

"I love these dinners!" Jackson exclaimed.

I slowly ate my bacon. I finished the bacon. Then I started eating my steak. I was half way through my steak when I said.

"I'm full and tired. I'm going to go to bed." I said.

A Lie.

"You didn't touch your potatoes." dad said as I walked out.

I went into my bedroom. I looked into the mirror.

Oh, my. I'm bigger than the last time I looked.

I ran into the bathroom with tears running down my face. I closed the door.

Then I bent over the toilet and puked.

"I can't believe you Miles."

I turned around, it was Jackson.

"Please don't tell dad." I begged.

"Why? You should have seen the look on his face when you didn't finish your dinner." Jackson told me.

I looked at the floor.

"I'm telling dad." he said as he walked out.

I ran behind him.

"Dad, Miley is–" Jackson started.

"Is getting an B+ in Biology." I interrupted.

Not a Lie.

"Good job Bud." dad said.

"Dad, that's not what I wanted to tell you." Jackson said.

"Ok, tell me." dad said.

"Miley is—" Jackson started.

"Let's drink some Loco Hot Coco!" I interrupted.

"Miley let Jackson talked." dad told me.

"Miley has a eating disorder." Jackson told dad.

Dad stared at him with his mouth opened.

"It's true. I saw he puke in the toilet." Jackson said.

"Miley Ray Stewart, you are going to rehab! And that's final!" Dad yelled.

"But," I started.

"You are GOING!" dad yelled as he dialed a number.

Dad signed me up for rehab. I was starting Monday after school.