I sat down under the tree at lunch,
nibbling at a sandwich,
trying to force myself to eat the whole thing,
when Martin and Molly made their way over.
"Hey Brooke, have you ever thought about doing sport?"
Molly asked and I shook my head in response.
"You should come play basketball with me,
it'll put some muscle on those bony legs of yours."
She chuckled.
I laughed lightly along with her,
hiding the hurt her honesty had caused.
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)
