CECE'S P.O,V
Day 2:
This place pretty much sucks. Little does everyone know, I'm not trying to get better. It's not even a thought. My roommate Roxy, she's really cool, she's a model and we're the same age, we're helping each other fake getting better. This is her 3rd time here, she knows how to get away with not eating and seeing how much we weigh. She knows this place like the back of her hand. She's perfect, in a way. She had a body like Miranda Kerr, a tan like Blake Lively, and a beautiful face. She's naturally gorgeous, she doesn't need makeup, her hair naturally falls straight and it goes down to her lower back. She just got signed with Wilhelmina, its her big break, she just needs to get out of her, and soon. We're working on it, she actually lives in my apartment complex and we plan on being anorexic sisters for life, its an insider, we have a lot of those now even though its only been hardly 2 days. We have a plan for breakfast tomorrow, its a pretty well though out plan. She's so clever and I wish I was her, even though she says she would quote: "kill for my body".
"Hey", Roxy says walking in the room, she just got done with her shower. "Hey", I said putting down my notebook and hiding it in my pillow case. "Clever idea babe, I guess I'm rubbing off on you", she said with a wink. She kissed the picture of her boyfriend on her night stand and made a pouting face. "Do you have a boyfriend", she asked me and gave me a look that says 'I know you do, spill'. "Well, not exactly", I said. "He's my step brother, we dated before our parents decided to get married, he started dating my best friend and he even tried curing my eating disorder", I said and Roxy said "aweeee", with a million E's.
It was light out now which meant Roxy and I would have to shut up and prepare for the next day.
Right on schedule I woke up at 8:00 am, brushed my teeth, and got dressed for breakfast. Yay. Roxy and I walked into the room where there were people watching making sure everyone was following orders. I picked up the breakfast and chewed, spit into the napkin, and put the napkin in between my thighs, we repeated these steps occasionally swallowing when the advisors walked by.
Next we had group therapy.
Everyone talked about their feelings, Roxy and I were kind of just listening, I'm nothing like these people, I'm not nearly as sick.
When it got to me, I said one simple phrase. "The Fake Smiles of Cecelia Jones"