A New Life•Adopted by LDShadowLady(SEQUEL)

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I'm sitting in history class, wondering how Hope is doing.

She hasn't talked much to us for the week that she's lived with us.

Lizzie says that she's just adjusting, but I feel like something is wrong.

"Lia, pay attention!" Jade whispers.

I snap out of my thoughts, and try to focus on what we're doing.

What if Hope is getting bullied?

If she is, I hope she doesn't follow in my footsteps.

I can't even imagine how devastated Lizzie and I would be if we found out that she self harmed.

I push that thought of my mind, and copy some notes on the topic that we are learning about.

Finally, the bell rings.

"Class, you are dismissed. You have your homework assignment. You my go." the teacher says.

After a few more classes, the school day finally ends.

I run to my locker to get my phone and backpack.

I rush out of the school.

I run to Lizzie's car, and get into the passenger seat.

"Hi sweetie! How was your day?" Lizzie asks.

"Good." I say.

"We need to go pick up Hope. Her school day ends 10 minutes after yours does, and the school is 5 minutes away." Lizzie says.

"Ok." I say.

After 5 minutes of riding in awkward silence, we pull up at Hope's middle school.

She runs out of the building, and hops in our car.

"How was your day?" I ask.

"Fine." Hope says.

She doesn't sound like it was fine, though.

We drive the rest of the way home in silence.

"Lia, can I talk to you?" Hope asks as we walk in the house.

"Sure!" I say.

We go into her room and sit on the bed.

"What's up?" I ask.

"I've been having major body image issues ever since I moved here. You're so pretty and skinny, while I'm a little on the far side." Hope says.

"Hope, you're beautiful. You're not fat. There's a difference between fat and average. You are average. I passed out because of how underweight I am. My weight interferes with my health, and that's not good." I say.

"I just wish I had your body. You're so thin and pretty." Hope says.

"Thanks, but being skinny doesn't mean being pretty. Those are all hair body types. Never compare yourself to me, or anyone else." I say.

"I wish I had a thigh gap and flat stomach like you." Hope says.

"I used to wish that, but I didn't realize that I was already skinny. That's what anorexia does to someone. I saw myself with a huge beer belly and huge thighs." I say.

"You're right." Hope says.

"Don't ever starve yourself. Anorexia isn't about losing weight, it's about crying every night and cutting and wishing you were someone else. It's a terrible thing to resort to." I say.

"Thanks Lia, that really helped." Hope says.

"I'm always here." I smile, and leave the room.

Why so everyone calling me skinny?

I go into the bathroom to weigh myself.

99 pounds.

The average weight for a 15 year old is around 120 pounds(don't quote me on that).

I look down at my stomach.

It's flat, but that doesn't matter to me.

I look at the mirror at my skinny thighs.

I have a gap between them, but it doesn't matter to me.

I walk back up my room, and lay one the bed.

I'm starting to get worried that Hope will become a self harmer.

She wouldn't.

Would she?