I slumped in a seat looking at the vacant space of table in front of me. Watching other children chowing down on processed and greasy deep fried food that had been put on their tray before sending them on their way.
I would talk to my friends as they ate what was given to them, saying "I'm not hungry today" when they asked why I wasn't eating lunch.
My friends had eventually caught on to what I was doing. "If your not going to eat then I'm not going to eat." Mina stated. I knew what I was doing, and I knew it wasn't good. So I'd eat just for Mina.
This was back in 5th grade, I might have been around 10. As I grew up I think I lost compassion for peoples concern.
"Mom! I didnt eat all day! Not breakfast or lunch." I'd tell my mom at dinner time.
"Wow! That's so cool!" She exclaim back to me, not at all realizing what I was informing her. Maybe she had been distracted or just neglecting my words, but she should have taken my words into consideration so it wouldn't have been more of a issue later.
A child needs at least 1,600 calories a day. I had maybe been eating 500.
Of corse that attempted diet didn't last very long, I did however try again in 6th grade.
And 7th grade.
and 8th grade.
So on a so forth.
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Don Quixote
Teen FictionDon Quixote: one whose conduct is guided more by the image of perfection than by the real world; an impractical idealist 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 A fan fiction based off of my personal experiences. (Basically just replaced my name and ever...
