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5: Grocery Cart Licenses

Monday- 12:30 p.m.

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

After breakfast was cleaned up the guys figured we should go grocery shopping. Since they needed food for themselves and needed to get me things that I liked to eat. Little do they know I don't eat very often and when I do its very little. I am also not a very picky eater so...easy feed I guess. The guys keep joking that I'm like a little puppy. We have been standing down the pet aisle for almost a half hour so they could squeak toys at me and laugh.

"Hey Elizabeth you like this one?" Zach chuckled holding up a tiny plastic green squeaky bone. He squeaked it a couple times and they all started laughing again.

"Nah. I like the red one better." I said grabbing the exact same squeaky toy but in red. We all laughed and threw the toys back in the baskets.

"We should probably actually go get food and drinks. You know? The main reason we came?" Daniel pointed out.

"What? Standing down the dog aisle for a half hour squeaking toys isn't your kinda fun?" I asked squeaking a pig in his face. It didn't even make a normal squeaking noise. It was like it was being slaughtered which made all of us laugh harder. Daniel rolled his eyes and walked out of the aisle. We all followed him across the store to the food.

"Alright. Everybody split up and get food you want for the next 2 weeks." Jack instructed. They all headed in different directions and I was just standing there. I didn't plan on really eating this week. I needed to lose some weight. I still didn't need the guys to get suspicious in not getting food so I headed toward the frozen food section. I looked up at what each section had and than looked down it. Everything sounded good but something gave me a bad taste in my mouth about picking something out.

I decided to walk down an empty aisle and stare at the food. I could feel the empty pit in my body wanting to scream. Most people called it their stomach but I called it a disgrace. Its only job was to ruin my body. If I didn't have such a disgrace than maybe the kids at school wouldn't call me fat everyday. Maybe I would actually have a friend. I stopped in front of TV dinners and just starred at them like they were a creature from another universe. The disgrace in my body made me feel sick just looking at them.

I had to keep walking before I threw up all the acid in my stomach. There wouldn't be anything else but that since I can't remember the last time I ate. I walked out of the aisle and looked back and forth. I had nothing to be looking for but I still did. It just became a habit of mine. I never walk around a corner or doorway without checking around it. I guess its one of the reflects I developed from being ran into so much. I bite my bottom lip and began walking toward the drinks. The only thing that I actually put in my body, but I was more picky about what I drank.

I hated the taste of water. Everybody looks at me like I have 3 eyes when I say that. I know there is no specific flavor to water but I hate it. Even flavored water I hate. It like if someone I hated put on a mask or changed their clothes. I'm gonna still hate that person. I also don't drink tea or coffee. Now people seem to be more okay when I say that. Another weird thing that I'm picky about is the color of Gatorade I drink. My favorite is the blue ones but any other color I don't like. Once in awhile I'll drink a grape or a red one but I like to stick to blue. Any thing else I'll most likely drink. I found the section where Gatorade was and turned to walk down it when I saw Jack. I froze. I don't know why I just did.

"Hey Elizabeth." He waved at me. I took a deep breath before walking over to him.

"Hola Jack." I said looking at all the Gatorade. On the ride here I was told to pick whatever out and they would pay for it but it just made me uncomfortable with that idea. I bite my bottom lip as I starred at the blue berry Gatorade.