You Thought.

Chapter One: Knowing the Truth

August.

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I glare at the sight in front of me. Happening since forever ago, my father was making out with some woman. I clear my throat to stop the gross liplocking session. My dad pulls away quickly leaving the woman flustered.

"I'm headed to school." I say, walking out of the door.

"Honey, wait." My dad says, following me out.

I turn towards him, "what?" I ask.

"I'm sorry." He says. 

"Yeah, me too." I say, getting on my bike and riding away.

Once I got to school my friend ambushed me. 

"Hey! How was your weekend? Did you go shopping? Did you have a good weekend?" My friend Courtney asks. 

"My weekend was fine." I said bluntly, walking away. 

I'm not trying to be mean, but I know she's just pretending that's all anyone ever does anyway. She talks bad about me to her other friends, who talk bad about her to me. 

Can I just not be here? Why did my mom have to leave? I miss her so much. I wouldn't be having this trouble if she were here.

My first four hours of school went quickly. It was lunch, and I do not eat.

It's not that I don't want to, it's just i can't. I can't stand not being perfect. That was a bad way to put it. I mean looking like them. My "Friends". Skinny, beautiful, perfect. They will leave me. Just like my mom and my dad at home. I hate it. 

"Are you going to eat?" Jenna asks, looking at me like i just chipped her nail. 

"Yeah." I say. I start to eat the chicken, and when I'm done I go to the bathroom. The girls offer to go with, but I decline. "No, it's fine, I'll be right back." I say.

I go to the bathroom and force myself to throw it up. 

After I'm done, I sink fully to the ground and wipe my mouth. 

Why am I like this?

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"Do you want to go shopping with us?" Courtney asks. 

Shopping, shopping. That's all I hear out of her mouth.

"Actually, no I'm sorry, but i don't feel the greatest." I say, with a deep frown. 

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'll see you tomorrow then?" She asks.

I nod.

"Okay! I hope you get better!" She says with a huge smile. 

Why does she act so nice?

When I get home, my dad and an police officer are sitting at the dining table. 

"Dad? What's going on?" I ask.

"Honey, please go on a walk. This officer and I need to talk about some matters." My dad says. 

"Okay..." I trail off. I walk out the door and go next door, to Mr. Kennels' home.  

"Mr. Kennels? You here?" I say, a little loud. His car is outside, so he should be here.

"In the kitchen, Hun." He yells. 

I walk to the kitchen. He's looking at my house through the window. 

"Why are the police at your house?" He asks.