I quietly opened my room door and only saw Tina on my bed. I brought in the 4 bags full of food and put them on the ground. I then slipped off my shoes and brought the heavy bags onto my bed with me. Tina got afraid of the bags that had bounced on her sleeping spot, so she jumped down off my bed and walked outside of my door, tail in the air.
"Alright. Let's see, how about the chocolate first?"
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After eating 5 chocolate bars, 1 box of Twinkies, 4 fat cakes, 2 muffins, 3 ice cream bars, 7 rice crispies, and 2 bags of popcorn, I was ready for my Coca Cola. I chugged down half of it and ran to my bathroom. I opened the door and slammed it shut, then lifted the toilet lid and stuck two fingers down my throat. I opened my mouth, wide, and all of the food came rushing out of my body. It all landed in the toilet with water splashing everywhere, including my face.
I cringed at the sight of all the puke. I closed the lid and flushed the toilet, then brushed my teeth. I mean, no one wants puke aftertaste in their mouth, or puke breath. I shut the bathroom door and picked up all of the wrappers and boxes and bags. I didn't want my aunt to see all of these.
I stuffed them into the recycling can and laid on my bed. I turned my head and saw the time, 6:49. I closed my eyes for a little nap. Just for a little.
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I woke up at 7:30. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I was still a bit tired, so I walked over to my bathroom and splashed cold water in my face. It didn't work. It just got my face all wet. I sighed and dried my face before walking out of my room and down the stairs. I had homework to do.
I finished the last question of my literature homework. It read: What was the main conflict and how did Roland solve it? Use details from the story to support your answer.
I answered it, and was about to close my book when my Aunt Veronica came rushing in through the door. "Hey, Echo" she said, out of breath. "Hey aunt..." I told her, frowning. She didn't look the same. Her eyes were red, her black hair wasn't in a neat bun on her head, instead it was down and tangled. Her clothing was...ugly? She normally wore knee length dresses or blouses and pencil skirts, considering she's an insurance agent. Today, she was wearing a short skirt and tank top. This is not my Aunt Veronica.
"Where were you? And why do you look so...bad?" I asked her. "Bad? Ha! You've got to be kidding me! This is the new me, I have a new boyfriend, his name is Freddy. You've got to meet him! I'll call him in" she told me, a smile on her lips. "Okay..I'll be waiting right here" I told her. She disappeared out into the night.
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"Echo, this is Freddy, my boyfriend. Freddy, this is Echo, my niece" she said, introducing us. "Hey Echo" he boomed. Freddy had tattoos everywhere, piercings, a leather jacket, black jeans, and boots. He smelt of cigarettes and gas. "Hello..Freddy" I said in a small voice. Freddy took out a cigarette and was about to light it when my aunt stopped him. "Baby, why don't we go outside, then you can smoke all you want" she said, smiling. "Alright, let's get to it" said Freddy, his lips turning into a smug smile.
I sighed and shut my literature book. I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation. I opened the front door and stepped outside.
"So, tomorrow you're goin, right?" Asked Freddy. "Yeah, of course. I need to bring my own bra and undies, or will they supply them there for me?" Asked my aunt. Bra and undies? I thought to myself. "They'll supply them for you, you just need to do the stripping and entertain my friends and I" said Freddy in a creepy voice. "Okay, now kiss me" said my aunt.
Then, they kissed. And I left. To barf.
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I woke up the next morning, Saturday. I decided to shower first. I stripped down to nothing and stepped into the cold shower. I turned on the hot water and let it soak into my body, I just stood there, like a loser. Then did all the other things. Like shampooing my hair, shaving, singing.. I finished my shower and stepped out with my towel around my body. It was cold. I dried my body and then put on my robe. I forgot my clothes in my room.
I then blow dried my hair and brushed it, and put it into a French braid. Then I brushed my teeth. I opened the bathroom door and came out my dirty clothes in hand. I threw the clothes into the hamper and put on my undergarments. I slid on some plaid shorts and a plain white t-shirt. It was a nice day and I could do some fixing on the lawn. I jogged down the stairs and put on my shoes. The house was lonely. Only Tina and I were home. My aunt was stripping for some pervs at the local strip club.
I opened the front door and let Tina out first, then I grabbed my gardening gloves and ran outside.
"This is gonna be fun" I assured myself and ran to Tina.
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Bulimia
Teen FictionI have bulimia. I have no life. I shouldn't be alive. (Short story)