Corys POV
Class is in a few minutes. Surprisingly, I have not seen Maya, yet. It was weird, the way she left. So quickly. I walk out into the hallway.
"Hi, sir."
"Hi, Farkle. How was your summer." He goes into a long description of his math camp but stops at the same time I turn away. He's looking the same place. At the boney girl with tiny legs, and blond hair, next to my daughter. Her black shirt is lose on her and her bones are wrapped by her skin.
"Wow." Says Farkle. "Usually changing over the summer means a good thing."
"This isn't that." They walk over to us.
"Hey, Matthews. Nice to see you."
"Nice to, nice to- uh. Hi." She looks confused, but then shrugs her shoulders and walks away.
"Oh my goodness. What did she do to herself?"
"Her clothes should not fit her." Says Riley. "But yet." She signals to Maya. "I was denying it but she's tiny. Really tiny."
"Maya." She looks over.
"One sec." She grabs her sweater out of her locker and comes back over, putting it on.
"You're cold?" Asks Riley.
"And uncomfortable." Does she think she is big?
"Maya, please stay after school."
"New record, an hour without detention."
"It's not detention. I just want to talk." She turns white.
"About what?"
"In private."
"There's nothing that you would have to talk about that I would care that my friends heard.
"Trust me." She sighs, without realizing it. It's kinda a half sigh.
Mayas POV
I stay at my desk, tapping my pencil as everyone else files out of the room. He sits on the corner of the desk one row diagonally from me.
"What?" I know what. And he's not stoping me.
"You're a twig." Lie right off the back.
"Don't you know better then to comment on a women's weight?" I joke.
"What'd you have for breakfast."
"Eggs."
"Dinner."
"Peanut butter sandwich."
"You hate peanut butter." Were speaking fast now.
"But my swim coach says I should eat it.
"Lunch."
"Pizza."
"Slices."
"Two."
"Breakfast."
"Egg sandwich."
"Dinner."
"Chicken."
"Lunch."
"The chicken that my dinner was leftovers from."
"Breakfast. Wait, let me guess. Nothing. Just like everything else that you came up with."
"If I didn't eat, I would die."
"Glad you understand that. So eat." He pats me on the shoulder. "See you at dinner." I stand up.
"Can't come, aunts visiting."
"Had that excuse planned for how long."
"Ain't an excuse. She arrives at four."
"I'll ask your mom."
"You do that." Great, now my mom is going to think I changed my mind about having dinner with them. I don't expect what happens next. He hugs me. Out of all things, he hugs me. Then he steps back.
"Why?" There are actually tears in his eyes. What?
"You're just so tiny. And I thought you needed comfort, but when I hugged you, It was like hugging a bag of bones." He touches my arm. "Do you want to get better?" I pull my arm away, leaving the room, closing the door behind me before running ti the bathroom and making myself throw up the no food that I have eaten.
