The Heartbreak Games

Prologue

I leaned over the school bathroom toilet and outstretched my fingers to the back of my throat. I thought, just one more time and I will be done. Maybe tomorrow I will have lost a few more pounds. I would just have to cut back dinner. Again. I had already stopped eating breakfast and lunch because it was a lot easier not eating at school than it was at home with my overbearing mother that pointed out my weight but insisted that I eat, and my stepdad/fitness expert that insisted that I eat to stay healthy but exercise at least three times a week.

Before my body let myself force puke for the third time since yesterday I heard two sets of high heels clicking toward the bathroom mirror and right across from my stall. When I heard the voices I knew them to be Laine Barrington and Crystal Alba. Two of the most hated and loved girls and school. Laine was the most popular no doubt whether someone was talking about her boyfriend Jenner or her designer clothes. Crystal wore her vagina on her sleeve, or heart as she preferred it. She was the classic school slut that slept with anybody with testosterone and a jock strap.

How two girls that were so mean and cruel be so popular? It couldn't be their money because my family had a lot of it and I was probably the last on the food chain, right under the girl that thinks she is a vampire and wears 6 inch kitty heels every day and fake colored hair extensions and probably doesn't wash her hair as much as she should. The one thing that she had that I didn't was a body that guys could actually think about.

Bile threatened to expel from my throat. I choked it down only to listen to their story and not be caught in here on my hands and knees puking. I stayed in the kneeling position still trying to convince my body that I don't want to puke at this moment. Laine started to talk about Jenner her boyfriend. A boy that had always had it out for me since moving here in the sixth grade.

"So I got naked and waited in bed for Jenner-" Laine bragged on. I didn't know if I could bear to listen to her sex story about her and Jenner. "And then he came into my freaking room with Harvey and a box of pizza, I basically screamed and fell off of the bed and they went home,"

I didn't know if I could hide my existence in this bathroom any longer. I tried to grab onto the metal handicap rail but I failed and fell on to the bathroom floor with a thud. Vomit now covering myself and the floor. I heard the two girls gasp; one looking under the stall and the other opening it with ease as if I hadn't even locked it. They both laughed but I could barely see their faces now my eyes covered with a milky film. It felt as if I had no control of my own body anymore.

"She's laying in her own puke," Crystal announced looking down at me like I was some kind of animal to poke and pry at.

I was an animal. The whole entire time. I thought that I was a mouse, a small mouse helpless to the world around it only knowing hoe to do what they think is right. When in reality I was an owl, wise and smart. I just needed to heal my broken wing. With a little help of my notebook and confidence.