Chapter 4: Alice
Alice's POV:
"Mary Alice Brandon! What are you doing?"
"I'm...doing...stuff." was my intelligent answer. I finished sewing the pants, and stared at my creation. It was perfect. Delilah would be ecstatic when she saw them.
"Eat your breakfast!" my mom snapped. I rolled my eyes. I walked to the door and opened it, grabbing a hold of the toast she had on a plate, shoving it in my mouth.
"thwere. Hwappwy?" I asked through the mouthful of food. She sighed, and left. I slammed my door shut and spit out the food in the garbage can. I walked over to my giant mirror, and stared at my reflection. I cringed, and looked away, disgusted. I looked horrible!
"I...am so...fat." I muttered as I slowly opened my eyes and peeked at my reflection. I knew I shouldn't have had that extra pack of crackers.
I knew what I had to do.
I walked into my bathroom and headed straight for the toilet. After I was done, I washed my mouth out with Listerine. I sighed as I sat down lazily on my bed. Forcing myself to throw it all up was always hard work. My head felt slightly dizzy and I felt weak. I glanced over at the mirror again. Yes, I should definitely be able to fit into Prada's new line if I kept this up.
I got up and grabbed my bag, skipping down the stairs.
"Have a nice day!" my mother called as I ran out the door.
"Yea, fine, whatever." I said as I jumped into my yellow Porsche, and started heading towards the school. Forks High School.