My eyes flutter open. I can feel the aching in my ribs tight against my skin. My room door opens wide. "Good morning patient!" Her enthusiasm makes me want skin myself. I rock my eyes from the assortment of pills on the tray to the mush for breakfast. "If you ever want to talk, I'm here for you." She hides her laughter terribly. "I'm just joking patient." She says as she continues to try not to giggle. I want to respond but I just can't. "Well.. here's your breakfast, and here are your dailys." She hands me the bowl of what I assume is oatmeal, I spill it on the ground as I do every day. "Alrighty then," She starts to clean up the mess I've caused. "Have any good dreams?"
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Подростковая литератураIt's hard being the fattest kid in the entire school. Knowing that wherever you'll walk, you shake the people beside you. When you do jumping jacks in gym, everyone laughs. People undermine you just because of your size. Having to change your person...
