Chapter 2

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As we arrive to school I pretty much go straight to the bathroom. I told Maya to just to go hometown, don't worry about me. Since I didn't want to risk anybody walking into the girls bathroom so I took out the key I stole and went into the teachers bathroom.

Okay Riley. You can do this. C'mon you need to get skinnier. You can't be fat anymore. I finally get enough strength to do this. As I take my finger and put it down my throat, I hear somebody knocking on the door. Crap. I can't be seen in here with a teacher around. How stupid can I be / look.

I look around and hopefully my fat body can fit under the sink. There's a small cabinet under there, with a box. I throw myself under there as the door starts to wiggle.

Mr. Parks walks through the door.

"Hello. Is somebody in here"

A didn't bother to make a single noise. As he walks over to the toilet and does what he has to do, I just close to my eyes and wait for the door to close.

He comes over to the sink and I think I noticed why the way this cabinet and box is here. Theirs a broken pipe and it's getting me soaked.

Ughhhhhhh how am I going to explain this to my father. How that's he's a 11th grade teacher for social studies doesn't help that I have to see him for homero on and then second period.

Finally after I'm drenched, Mr. Parks leaves the room. I climb out and look in the mirror. At least I didn't put my make-up on.

I go back to the toilet and start all over again. As I start to throw up the ball rings.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I was marked absent. Great. I can't stop throwing up but then I hear another knock on the door. Not again

This time it was a student. It was maya and farkle.

"Riley, are you in there?" farkle asks

I put on my best 'fake' voice and say "Who's this Riley? Go to class!" And I guess they believed it wasn't me because I heard them walking away.

I put on my make-up and walk out. As I'm walking to 1st period ... I need a pass. This day just keeps getting better and better.

I finally arrive and my strictest teacher, Miss Accon, looks at me.

"Why are you late?" As I walk to my seat and say, stuff happened. This day wasn't going to be good at all

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