(From Katie's POV) -since when is that a thing?
It is now.
3:30 pm.
I sat on the couch weakly, watching season three of Glee. I turned to the clock on the wall. Charlotte should be back any minute.
Message from: French Fry- Hey guys come to our room tonight at 5 and we can watch a movie. I'll have snacks and stuff. See you then?
I better change then. I stood up all too quickly and almost fell back from dizziness. Shake it off. I laughed at my musical reference. My head began to spin. "Woah." I clutched my forehead in an attempt to slow down the world. I stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door out of habit.
I hunched over the sink and stared at my horrid figure in the mirror. My normally decently large body was abnormally skinny from lack of food. Charlottes quiet voice rang in my head, bouncing around in my head. "Please eat something Katie.", "Katie eat breakfast before you go.", "Katie do you not want anything?" The thoughts were interrupted as I emptied whatever I did eat into the sink. I saw bright red in the mix.
My head was still spinning. I stumbled back against the wall and slid to the floor, clutching my head. I heard knocking and glanced up at the digital clock on the counter. The blurry numbers read what looked like, 3:37.
"Katie?!" A hazy voice called for me, begging me to keep up with myself. It called again. I gave into the temptation and closed my eyes, allowing my body to do what it wished.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
