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"Heights!"
I quickly stand up and approach my scary teacher.
She glares at me as she waits.
"Yes, ma'am!" I shout, standing erect on my spot.
She nods, taking a look at the stacks of papers in her hand. "It's your turn," she announces.
The others continue to do their businesses as they chatter.
I stand here, my body aching to see the reply the stranger has texted me.
"Step on it carefully."
I step at the weighing scale slowly, putting my right foot first before placing the other and letting the scale receive all my weight.
Evelyn looks at numbers it shows before looking to the stack of papers, before looking at it again, before finally looking at me in confusion. "How much did you weigh before, Heights?"
I swallow. "The last time, ma'am, if I remember correctly, you told me I weighed 113 pounds."
She smirks. "Now you're down to 90 pounds."
I blink.
She writes something on the paper in her arms before nodding. "Gym class is doing you good, Heights."
"Thank you, ma'am," I choke.
When the next student was called, I dash to the locker room.
There's a large mirror there.
I didn't hesitate to start removing my clothes.
My shirt flies to the side of the room as I take it by the hem.
My shorts follows.
I study myself.
There are bones visible at my hip, at my ribs, at my shoulders, everywhere.
There are still the fats on my stomach, but everything else, my triceps, my lat muscles, my thighs, are replaced by bones.
A hand flies to my mouth.
"Beautiful."
YOU ARE READING
the girl named winter
Teen FictionWhen you're failing physics, slowly losing your friends, and getting broken-hearted every day, you tend to make a lot of wrong decisions. Like putting your cellphone number on a paper plane and throwing it out of a hospital window. For Winter Height...
