Please Be There (An Anorexic Girl Story)

Please Be There Ch. 2

Chapter Two

Brenda

After I talked with Mrs. Rose, I was late for my next class. I was given a detention on my first day. Great, I thought, a four page paper, and a detention, Daryl won't be happy. Keera looked over at me when I took a seat, with a questioning look on her face. Then she looked around, and threw a piece of paper at me. What happened? She scrawled on it. I just shook my head, and looked forward.

The class went quickly, because I missed half of it. On the way out I grabbed my detention slip, and walked out of the classroom. Keera looped her arm with mine. "So," She pressed, "What did the witch want?"

I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Four page paper," I growled.

"Ouch," Keera howled with laughter. Christy came up behind me, and looped her arm with mine too. She started to talk quickly about the cute guy she sat next to in Chemistry. Our 6th period was lunch, so we grabbed our lunches, and walked into the cafeteria.

I unloaded my lunch- a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. No one even really noticed. I picked up a half, and broke it into little pieces before I took a bite. Joe came and sat at our table with Zach and Austin. Everyone started talking loudly, and I let out a small sigh. I was invisible, and I liked it like that.

Half the lunch period went by until someone finally noticed I was there. "Hey Brownie," Joe nodded, "What'd that ol' hag want?"

"Teacher stuff," I muttered, "Nothing big."

Joe rolled his eyes. "Can't wait ta have her all year," Joe grumbled sarcastically. I smirked, and continued to eat my sandwich.

After lunch was over, I threw out the plastic bag and the paper bag my sandwich was in. Keera looped her arm with mine. "So I was thinking," She smiled, "That later today, we could go see a movie. You, me, and Christy. Just a girl's night out?"

"Sure," I shrugged, and then thought about it. "Aw, never mind, I have to work."

"Oh come on, B," Keera groaned, "You always have to work."

"Some of us need the money," I told her.

"How much do you need?" Keera asked, "I'll give it to you."

"Thanks, but no thanks," I grumbled, "Daryl would kill me. He doesn't like taking loans. He's convinced we're not a charity case."

"Well you're not," Keera shrugged, "It's just a generous friend, lending her best friend money."

"Alright," I smiled, "You go home and tell Daryl that."

Keera rolled her eyes, and looked forward. "You're brothers scare me," She murmured.

I bit down hard on my lip. "They scare me too," I confessed. Keera held her arm tighter, and gave a tight smile.

Keera and I parted for the rest of our classes. They moved by slowly, because I was anxious to get home. When the day was over, I walked towards my locker. Mrs. Rose stood in the hallway with her arms crossed over her chest. "Hope everyone had a nice first day," She was saying with a warm smile. When I passed her, I quickly hid my head. "Miss Brenda," She said.

I slowly lifted up my head. "Yes?" I asked.

"Have a nice day," She smiled, and then gave me a small wink. I bent my head again, and quickly ran to my locker. I opened it up, and shoved my books into my book bag. After my bag was packed, I ran outside.

Keera was about to load onto her bus. "Keera," I called. She looked up, and glared at me. "I'm sorry," I told her. She just nodded her head, and then got onto her bus.

I waited by myself for a long time. People were soon leaving. The buses were all gone, and people were soon leaving by car too. I sat on the curb, and waited for my brother to come. "Miss Brenda," Someone hollered. I quickly looked up. Mrs. Rose stood over me.

"Yes Mrs. Rose," I responded meekly.

"Do you have a ride?" She asked.

"My brother should be here soon," I told her. "Don't worry."

"I never said I was worried," She shrugged.

"Oh," I grumbled.

"Brenda, I am worried," She confessed, scrunching her eye brows.

"Well there's nothing to be worried about," I told her. I looked forward, and pleaded for my brother to come quickly. I didn't want to be here with this woman. She didn't know me, and she didn't understand who I was. So why did she try?

"You know Brenda," Mrs. Rose sighed, sitting down on the curb next to me. "My older sister had a disease. It ate her alive. She was obsessed about it, but whenever someone brought it up, she wouldn't talk about it. We were close back then, but still she wouldn't share anything with me."

"So?" I growled, not looking at her.

"The disease my sister had," Mrs. Rose explained, "Was called anorexia. Sound familiar? Yeah, well she had it, and it slowly started driving her insane. She was obsessed with food, but never ate it."

"I don't get what you're trying to say," I murmured, though I did. I crossed my arm over my stomach, hoping she couldn't hear it growl.

"Well my sister," Mrs. Rose murmured, "She grew distant from our family, and suddenly I didn't know her at all. She grew thinner, and thinner, but it was never good enough. She always told people she wasn't hungry, but at night I could hear her stomach growl, practically screaming- if it could."

"Mrs. Rose," I sighed, "I'm not getting the point to your little lesson here."

"The point to my story," She growled, "Is that if my sister at least talked to me, maybe I could have helped. She didn't want help though. I stopped talking to her. The great sisterhood we had together was shattered, just because she wanted 'to get thinner, and be the model type size.' I just couldn't trust her anymore."

"And this has to do with me..." I started.

"Because I want you to know," She said, giving a small smile. She folded her hands in her lap, and crossed her ankles. "I want you to know that if you ever need to talk with someone, I'll be here. Just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean I don't care."

"I thought you weren't my friend," I murmured.

"Being a friend and caring isn't the same thing," She argued, shaking her head. I looked up, and saw Chester pull into the parking lot.

"That's my brother," I murmured, "Thanks Mrs. Rose." She nodded, but continued to sit there. I walked to the passenger door on my brother's car, and opened it. I opened the car door, but stared at Mrs. Rose. "Mrs. Rose," I whispered, "Just out of curiosity, what happened to your sister?"

Mrs. Rose looked down at her hands, and then looked up at me. "She died Brenda," She whispered, "The anorexia killed her."

(A/N) heads up!!! Mrs. Rose is NOT a stalker! it may seem like that in the next few chapters. but she's really not. shes jst a caring woman who looks out forr this girl shes rele worried about. so repeat she is NOT a stalker........