I hunched over the toilet, gagging up nothing. I did this often, panting I leaned agaisnt the bath.
My stomach growled loudly. I quickly hugged it as it growled in pain
Lisa knew I wasn't eating properley. She should be coming over soon to force me to eat
I got up going to the mirror. I really looked like shit. My skin was pale from it's natural colour. I sighed hearing the door open
I groggily stepped downstairs, expecting to see Lisa. I froze Bart Simpson looked around curiously
I quickly spun round and jumped back up the stairs, panting as I slammed my door shut, leaning agaisnt it
A knock made me jump and release a raspy yelp
"Y/N, you there. Lisa sent me here to make sure you...eat" he stated, but it sounded like a question
"What does she mean eat" he asked, cuasiously
I did answered. I slowly slid down the door
"Y/N, what does she mean" he asked, seeming mad
"N-nothing Bart, just go away" I mumbled
I heard the shuffling of feet before silence, peeking out. I stepped outside only for two arms to squeeze round my waist and hoist me into the air
I screamed as I flaied around in the arms
"Shut up,will you" he grunted, turning me round to face him whilst still holding me
"Bart put me down" I snapped, as I wriggled around
His expression was shocked "are you ok" he asked, putting me down but still keeping his hands on my hips
My ugly, mishaped hips
"I'm fine" I mumbled, crossing my arms over my stomach as I averted my gaze
"Your not, why did lisa want me to make sure you eat. Are you not eating?" He asked, his hand holding my cheek
"I'm fine, Bart let go" I grumbled, pulling away from him
"Y/N, who made you do this" he asked, angry
"You" I whispered
"What" he asked, not hearing
"You!, you Bart. I'm scared to show myself because of what people think of me. I was bad in middle school, always anxious that when someone laughed it would be at me. When people whispered and looked at me I fear they're slagging me" I cried
"I hate that I can't be like Lisa. How she doesnt give two shits, I hate myself because. I let people get the best of me. I don't show it but I do it secretly, not wanting someone to notice!. I don't want people to make fun of me. I hate it so much that I can't walk about not caring"
"I just hate..." I whimpered
"How I can't be confident in my body like other people" I continued, before the normal nauseousness came over my fatigue body...
"I hate..." I mumbled
"How I can't be normal" I whispered, tears falling down my cheeks
As I collapsed onto the floor, wondering why I said that.
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Hey guys super short chapter. I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. I was on my other account doing shit anyway this is like a filler chapter and it sucks balls but anyway love you my little noodles 🍝
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Fanfictionyour name is Y/N shae. you lived in Springfield till your father got a new job and had to move. you had a best friend lisa simpson. you kepted in touch but she doesn't know your moving back...
