Perfect.

Wintergirls.

"I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out.But it's a lie."― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls.

The next I woke up with scratches on my knuckles (you'll understand that if you know about bulimia.) & my wrist stung from where bracelets had rubbed it.

I brushed my hair and threw on jeans and a hoodie. My hair was all staticy so I put some hair moose in it and then put on my tattered grey Off The Wall Vans.

I grabbed 3 bottles of water; one for on the bus, one for during day, one for lunch when I started feeling hungry.

I had 30 minutes until I needed to get on the bus, so I leaned my head back and shut my eyes.

I woke up to my older brother shaking me.

"Get up. We have to go." He said with an annoyed tone. I groaned and grabbed my messenger bag that posed as my backpack and headed out the door to get on the bus.

"Oh my god, you're so slow. Hurry up, fatass." My brother said as I went down the porch steps towards the bus.

"Whatever idiot. Just leave me the fuck alone." I said, then I got on the bus.