Live, love & laugh

Hi guys! This is my first story that I've ever written on Wattpad, so please give me some feedback. I hope you will like this story and the parts about the eating disorder is something I've experienced myself. But now I'm almost recovered and have a healty sight on food and training again. Well, this was all I wanted to say, have a nice day and keep on reading. Please vote and comment! :) Bye!

I stared at my reflection in the hallway mirror, criticizing my "fat" legs and stomach. "Oh my god, you're so big" "you better stop eating so much before you look like a mountain" The voices in my head kept rambling on, making me want to throw up my breakfast. But far back in my head I heard a voice far stronger than the negative thoughts. "You're so beautiful, look at your pretty face and eyes" "Food doesn't make you fat, it helps you to be happy" I smiled at my reflection, pushing the bad thoughts away. Today was the first day in school of the semester after summer break and I was ready to begin my new healthy life with no more eating disorder,  just a normal teenage girl starting her last year at Brown's High School.

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I parked my black truck in a free parking spot, closing the door and started walking towards the big brown building - kind of ironic, right? The school was in fact painted brown like its name. "Hey Mia, wait for me," When I heard my name I turned around and saw a black mess of hair coming towards me. I smiled and gave my best friend Jenna a hug. "It has been ages since we last saw each other. I rolled my eyes at her," "It's four days since you were at my place, so I can't call it ages," She just laughed and hooked arm, telling me about her brother's attempt to jump from a cliff, hoping that he suddenly would grow wings.

Together we walked trough the entrance, laughing at her dumb but cute little brother. The corridors were full of people, talking and telling each other about their super fantastic summer, which they surely spent on their luxury yachts and private clubs. Yeah, the students at Brown's are a little bit richer than normal students and the standards are way higher. "I need to get to my locker but I'll see you in history okay?" I nodded and walked to the principal's office, smiling at the receptionist when she saw me coming in. "Hello there Mia, is everything alright with you?" She was an elder woman, probably in her sixties with light gray hair and friendly eyes.

"Yeah, I'm trying my best Diana," 

"That's enough dear; you can't do more than your best. And Georgia is available, you can go in. Oh and wait dear, say hello to Clara from me. Tell her that I really would like to go shopping with her soon," "Oh, I'll tell her that," I said referring to my grandmother.

Georgia sat behind the very expensive wooden oak desk in her black leather chair, talking to someone in front of here. It's defiantly a guy, with his dark leather jacket and broad shoulders. And I didn't even mention the hair; it was the most perfect hair I've ever seen in my seventeen year long life. It's brown, almost the same color as Georgia's desk but just a shade darker. And the best part; his hair was curly.

"Oh, hello there Mia. Nice to see you," Georgia said. "Hi, Diana said you were free, I could just come back later if you're busy.." "Nonsense, it's no problem," she waved it off. "I want to introduce you to your new classmate, this is Matt," And when that boy turned around it felt like I was struck by lightning.

"So, I’ve heard some girls talk about this very hot guy in the bathroom," Jenna said, sliding down behind her desk. "Well, how does he look like then?" "Like that!" Every girl in the room went completely silent when Matt entered the classroom, scanning the room for a free desk. "Look, Melissa has already her claws out for him. She’s such a slut," Jenna whispered. Melissa, the richest girl in school stared at Matt while playing with her long brown hair. Jenna hated Melissa, almost everyone in school knew about the feud between their families. "You can sit here if you want," she said. "You can take Jacksons desk," Jackson, also known as Melissa’s boyfriend and captain for the soccer team moved to another desk, making the poor guy who sat there move to the front of the classroom. I thought Matt looked a little bit unsure what to do, but he recovered quickly and sat down beside Melissa, who seemed very satisfied with herself.  Our teacher, Miss Philips walked in and smiled at us.