I wake up at one P. M. and creep to the window, looking for mum and dad's car. When I'm sure they've definitely gone, I run downstairs only to be stopped. Charlotte. She raises her eyebrows. "You should be in school", she sighs. I scowl. "You should be in jail. ", I remind her. She groans. "We need to talk!" I shake my head. "No. Goodbye." And with that, I walk out.
I stare at my computer in horror. 'You need to lose, like, so much weight fatty! '. What does Joey mean? I thought he was my internet boyfriend! I flex my fingers and type back, 'Well that's mean!'. In a second, there's a reply: You're just a loser. A fugly, stupid loser.' I sit back as the hot tears roll steadily down my face. Why is Joey being mean to me?
I sit, sighing, as I remember. I was so stupid. Why didn't I tell someone, instead of letting it get one thousand times worse. Although why shouldn't I tell someone now? I stand up, brushing the diet off my jeans. I'm depressed, and if someone doesn't help me, I'm going to explode.
