Perfect

Chapter 3

"Hey emz wnna cum 2 da park wiv me nd suzie?xx"

The near-illiterate text was from Carrie, which greeted me as I woke up this morning,

"Emma u cumin to the park?"

That was from Suzie, a girl in my year who was unbelievably pretty, and I got it while I was pouring myself a glass of warm water. I heard it fills you up quicker than hot water.

"Maybe," was the reply I sent to both phones. My mother probably wouldn't let me, and I also didn't want to socialize today. I felt sick and bloated.

"Pllllleaze?!xx" from Carrie again. Suzie didn't send another text.

I got the vibe of Suzie that she didn't think I was friend material for her. She would never laugh at my jokes, ignore me as much as possible and only talk to me when necessary. But she was never mean to me, she never spoke bad things about me or purposely hurt my feelings. I think we just weren't meant to be friends.

"Cant, going to Dad's with Harry," I lied and turned off my phone. I visited my Dad every few weeks because he told us he missed us about a year ago. He walked out on my mum when I was seven and it was horrible. We never forgave him.

"Hey Mum, I'm walking the dog," I called out from downstairs after I had gotten dressed. I was wearing tracksuit bottoms and an oversized sweater.

Mum usually had to beg us to walk our little pug, Barney, so whenever I offer to do it, it shocks her.

"Okay, pet," Mum shouted from her room. I put a leash on Barney and left the hallway. I walked all the way around our town which was about 2 miles and when I got back, Barney was exhausted. I took the leash off of him and he ran towards our fluffy carpet in front of the fireplace. He lay down and immediately fell asleep.

"Im back," I shouted to anyone in the house and walked to the kitchen. I was so hungry, but all I got was two bottles of water. I brought them with me upstairs and fell on my bed.

"Hey," Harry shouted back and I could hear him approaching my door. I was lolling on my bed and turning on my laptop when he came in.

"What?" I asked him defensively. We usually stayed away from each other, if we could help it.

"Do you have my calculator?" he asked me and I rolled my eyes. I sat up on my bed and rummaged through my drawer, before finally finding the object.

"Here," I said as I threw it to him. He caught it and ran out, slamming the door. I winced at the noise as I had a very bad headache since this morning.

"Oh well," I said to myself, laying down on my bed and looking up thinspo on the computer.

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It was time for my weigh in. I took a deep breath before stepping onto the scales slowly. I watched as the numbers went up, holding my breath.

"124" it said and I breathed out. I had lost 3 pounds in 2 days! The feeling of happiness washed over my skin and I felt elated before I looked in the mirror. My body looked like it did 2 days ago, maybe even bigger. I turned around, disgusted with the reflection, and collected my clothes. I walked back into my room and got dressed, all of the happiness from a few minutes clearing away. Sure, 3 pounds was a lot, but definitely not enough. I had to be much thinner for school in January.

I returned to my bed and returned to what I was doing before I weighed myself; reading weight loss blogs. A few of them were wishing people luck over the holidays, and how they hope everyone stays strong over Christmas.

"Oh crap," I said aloud. Christmas! How did I forget that Christmas was tomorrow?! Everyone always expects each other to stuff ourselves like pigs, but not me. No, I wouldn't stuff my face with junk. I made a promise with myself before I thought about the presents. What did Mum get me this year? Everyone in the house was too old to believe in Santa anymore.

I thought about what I asked for and wrinkled my nose. Clothes, books, CDs, DVDs, ect.

"I should have asked for a treadmill," I thought. "But at least I can dance to the CDs."

I turmed on my phone and saw that Carrie had sent me a very detailed text of what had happened at the park an hour ago. Apparently, Suzie was spotted by a modeling agency while they were relaxing on the swings, and they asked her to come in after the New Year's.

"Skinny bitch," I though, even though I knew I wanted to he as skinny as her.

"Merry Christmas Car! <3" was what I sent instead. I got a reply in less than a minute.

"I'll see you at mass," I sent back and got ready.

I had a quick shower and brushed out my boring brown hair before putting on a cute plaid skirt, black tights, a long sleeved black t-shirt topped off with a big white winter coat. I also wore beige uggs and a white beanie.

"Are you ready for mass?" I asked Harry from outside his bedroom door.

"Yeah," he shouted back and came out.

"Cool, let's watch TV," was my reply and we ran downstairs. We flicked on the Christmas episode of The Simpsons and relaxed on the sofas. Mum came downstairs. She was wearing a beautiful deep-red dress that came down to her knee. Her brown hair was styled and while mine was straight, hers was beautiful and curly. Her make up was wonderfully applied too.

Plus, she was skinny.

"Mum! You look fab!" I complimented her hair and her clothes. Mum blushed.

"Emma, you look lovely yourself!" she said back but suddenly I felt inadequate. I felt like I was going to the ugly one in the family.

"Thanks," I replied in a flat voice.

"Well, are you guys ready?" Mum asked us and we nodded.

"Lets go!"