My name is Claudia. I like music and art, for years I looked for a band which had named a song my name. Eventually I found one. A Scottish band called The View, and this is my story.
I have a mental disorder which to put it nicely is anorexia, I hate the fact that people look at me differently and whisper, deciding my backstory for me. "She does it to look nice" nope, your wrong on that one. "She is obviously abused at home" no still wrong. "She is under peer pressure" yeah...No. I lost my parents and 3 siblings in a car crash 2 years ago and just gave up on life, if you wanted to know. It's all a bit less exciting than what you thought, so feel free to make up your own story's. I live with my adopted Mum. She's called Maria and is lovely. It started 1 year after I found The View. I asked to go to a concert, Maria said yes but I knew I was to weak to stand in the mosh pit, so Maria bought a V.I.P ticket for me and a sitting ticket for her. I was so ecstatic! I couldn't believe my luck and it was only a week until the concert.
On a later date I went shopping with my best friend Gin. The first time I met Gin was when I moved in with Maria, we both went to the same school and she went to counselling with me. Seeing as her Dad died of cancer we were paired together and when we both thought it was a load of tish we both hightailed and left, as fast as we could, leaving the rest of the group in agony with the counsellor.
Our first shop was called 'quiz' and was possibly the most expensive shop I ever entered. We left trying not to draw attention. Next we went into 'Primark' and I bought some jeans and a nice top. Gin, of course spent all her money. As we were walking back home she said "Claudia, have you started that new diet thing yet?"
"Durrr yeah" I lie fluently.
"Lies"
"Ok. I'll start it tomorrow if it makes you happy."
"Ok....thanks" she adds as an afterthought.
I unlock my door and walk into my house,knowing full well I wouldn't.
