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I got out of the hospital today, thank goodness. At least it's my right arm that I hurt, I don't need to do writing at school because I can't! What a freaking shame. Not really.
The nurses almost found out about my diet and made me eat a sandwich. I claimed I wasn't hungry which I think they believed. In a way I almost wish they hadn't believed me, forced me to eat. It would be better than the constant battle inside me, I know I have to eat but it feels wrong when I do but wrong when I don't as well. I never used to be like this. I used to be able to eat anything I wanted and not give a damn.
At school today everyone corners me. Asking about Sean, asking about my arm, asking about Isa.
It feels like so long since the perfect summer. When everyone was happy and free. Now our close group of friends is being ripped apart. I hate to admit that I am one of the main reasons. I can't bear to think that this is all my fault.
Ali seems distracted all the time now, worse every second. She was asked a question by the teacher that she normally would've known instantly but she faltered as if didn't even hear the question. I don't think she did.
Betty hasn't been talking to me either. Maybe it's because of the rumour. She thinks I've ruined Isa's life but what about my life. It seems like nobody cares about me anymore, just Isa, Isa, Isa.
Now nobody likes me and I'm probably gonna get another concussion if Isa's friends keep their promises.
Ali will understand. She will. She's always on my side and I love her for that.
I find her at lunch.
"Hey." I say, trying to get her attention.
She doesn't notice me for a few moments, fiddling nervously with a strand of her shoulder length, dark blonde hair.
"Oh, hi." She says, distractedly, gazing into space.
"Uh," I say, not sure if she's listening or not. "Ali, you don't believe the rumours do you?"
She blinks, "no, but I feel like I might not know, I've been so distracted lately and I've not been there for Isa."
Wow, that was a lot quickly. We all feel like we haven't been there for Isa but there's nothing we can do.
"Uhh why've you been distracted?"
"Just..." she pauses for too long to be normal, like she's thinking, taking a deep breath, "school stuff."
"Come on Ali, your my best friend, you can tell me anything. Please tell me what's going on."
She gulps, "Well, I've been getting some mean comments on my instagrams and the same person has been sending me creepy videos of me on snapchat like, she's always right there when I look weak." Her voice is low as if she doesn't want anyone to hear her say it.
"Oh my god Ali! How long?"
"I can't remember when it started."
"You said they send videos of you."
"Yeah..."
"Well we can catch them!"
"Are you sure that's a good idea Ali?"
"Yes! It'll work and they'll be out of your life for good!"
"Ok, we should just stand here for a bit," Ali says, brightening slightly, "Or we could just keep an eye out? She might be listening..."
I follow her to a bench and sit with her, talking quietly.
I see loads of people on their phones, texting, watching videos or listening to music. It could be any of them. It could be anyone.
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Isa's Scars
Teen FictionSticks and bones may break my bones but bones will heal. These scars won't fade. She was fine. Fun. Chill. Always with a smile or a joke. She pretends she's fine, that nothing's wrong, that her smile is every bit as real as her cuts. She has people...
