Today was the day I got officially expelled from South Park High. From what I heard they started to look for kids to take my seat.
Anywho, this day in particular I was on the roof of the school just starring at everything and wondering "Would I miss this school"? I hoped that I would but in reality I didn't.
Everyone was out in the main gymnasium watching the girls volleyball game so the people I found even remotely bearable to be around were gone. I was on the team but I quit after Stan left. Either way I didn't want to be in a room filled with sweaty whores any longer then I had to.
It was getting late so I decided to walk home. I called my parents and told them I was walking home with Rebecca but that was a lie.
As always the walk home was lonely. I saw two girls from my school, whom I know quite well, but I didn't even have the courage to even greet them.
When I arrived home I just went strait to my room and locked the door. I stripped down and just laid there on my bed for what seemed like hours.
I was just rubbing my hands along my body when I noticed I could feel my rib cage through my skin. Startled was the first emotion I felt, but then it turned into a sadistic joy when I positioned myself in front of a mirror and clearly saw my bones. I started clapping and cheering, it was actually the first time in months I actually felt happy.
I've never considered myself to be fat until Stan left and my life turned into shit.
I don't remember how much time passed from me doing my victory dance but I stepped on the nearest weighing scale and I was horrified with what I saw.
I was 95 pounds. A total 15 pounds pounds lower then is usually was.
Around this time I left the house with no set destination in mind.
I was doing the only thing you could do in this god forsaken town, just wondering. Suddenly I just started sprinting. To this day I have no idea why but my mind just blanked and I started sobbing historically.
I was taught by my father that crying is a sign of weakness, I guess I'm weak then.
I didn't go home that night. I just stayed in the nearest ally and slept there clutching the keychain Stan sent me from Florida.
I know for a fact.....he was there and I'm surprised he didn't wake me.
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