I sat beside the tree,
for another meeting with Corey.
"I have an idea Brooklyn."
He began.
"You should have a food journal.
You'd write what you ate.
What you threw up.
That sort of thing,
I think it would help a lot."
I sat there thinking of the idea.
"I bought you a little notebook for it."
He smirked pulling out a little book,
from Typo,
with a little cupcake on the front.
I smiled and he smirked too.
"Thank you."
YOU ARE READING
desserted (brooklyn's story)
Teen Fictionshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
