Lyra:
10 PM.
I checked my weight when I went home and I realized that I lost three pounds! That's so great! Not. At least I had a dress that didn't show how fat I am.
The music pulsed through my veins, and I cheered with others when I recognized the song. I was breathing the music like how I breathed air. I was dancing to the music like I was born with it installed in my heart. My feet moved and I felt a tap on my shoulder.
It was a high school boy. "Hey," he said. "Can I, uh, get you a drink?"
I smiled, not only because he didn't know me, but because he was being a gentleman. "Sure," I said.
He came back with my drink a minute later, it looked like fruit punch. I yelled over the bass drop, "What did you get me?"
"Fruit punch, but if you want, I can try to get you alcohol?"
"Oh, thank you. No, I don't want alcohol. I'm underage."
"You are?" he asked. He seemed shocked, though it was hard to tell over the dim lighting. "It's just that girls these days all want to grow up too fast."
"Yeah," I murmured. I was suddenly feeling a bit hazy. My eyes were giving off a misperception of my surroundings, and I was feeling a bit tipsy. Fruit punch didn't do this. Maybe I threw up too much? Gosh, I don't want to faint in front of this boy, though.
"Are you okay?" he said. Through the blurriness of my vision and darkness of the room, I thought I saw him smile, or was it a smirk? I couldn't tell.
He led me up to a room, and I follow? Where was I going? Where was I again? Oh yeah, right, at a party.
...
What party?
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Teen FictionLyra: 2:25 PM. I bend down in front of the toilet and use my finger to trigger a gag reflex again. After I'm done, I take three mints, and chew some gum, and then I begin to cry. Why am I doing this again? I do know that doing this will make my teet...
