Walking to school, I decide that since I'm already late, I might as well be really late. So I stop at this local coffee shop and stare blankly at the menu. I so deeply long for the days when I didn't have to look at the calorie charts when going out to eat. Debating on whether to get plain black coffee, which I think is disgusting, or something good but light in calories. Deciding on black coffee with little sugar, I pay for my drink and sit at a single person table. So many things flood my mind as I watch happy people walking about through the window. Why can't I be like them? Why can't I be happy? No. I shake my head lightly as if the thoughts would fly out of my hair. Checking my watch, it says 11:43. Three more hours left of school. What could I do during those hours? My face glows with a bright smile, almost as if a light bulb bursts inside my mind. I could go to the gym! Perfect. It won't be as crowded today since it's during school hours. Mainly, the only people ever in the gym are the dumb jocks trying to keep their body fit. Why can't I have a fit body? I stand up and walk out the door. Numbers are dancing in my thoughts as I calculate my calorie intake for the week. It's Friday, and I know I will be inside all weekend. I take out the little notebook and pen that hides in my inner coat pocket and write it all down. Two more blocks, and I'm at my destination.
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Skin And Bones
Teen Fiction14 year old Ashton has been depressed for about 2 years now. But when he enters eighth grade, everything starts to go downhill. He just can't seem to get used to the high-school. His grade is the youngest in the building. So of course the older kids...
