Ricky took out the weighing machine. He hadn't checked his weight in months. He was scared of losing even more weight than before. The last time he checked, it was still 128. That was in May.
What was it now? Secretly, he hoped that at the very least, it would be 130 pounds. At least he would feel a lot less scared.
Right?
No. He was wrong.
It was 121. And he sure felt tired, but he didn't feel hungry or weak.
What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he feeling hungry or weak? Was it the illness? Why was this happening to him?
The only thing Ricky felt was scared.
He would have to eat more so he could gain weight.
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Ricky
FanfictionWhat would have Ricky Helton Wilson's life have been like? Starts in 1953 and ends in 1985. Feel free to read. Feel free to comment. And certainly feel free to vote.
