Thin Line

Chapter 8

Friday.

Finally.

Only one more school day.

I step on the scale.

Almost, I am almost at my next goal.

I am so close.

Soon, I will be there very soon.

But if all this weight is leaving me, why am I not getting smaller?

When I go to my room I decide to wear black leggings with the new yellow shirt I just bought.

I look at the clock and realize that I have extra time, so I decide to straighten my hair before putting it in a ponytail.

I pet the dog before I run out the door to my car.

When I enter the building I meet up with my friends.

"Sierra, I was so right, that looks perfect on you." I am told by Jenna.

"Thanks, J." I tell her with a smile.

Why must she lie to me?

I know I look bad.

I know nothing looks good on me.

So why can't they just be honest with me?

I know that they can't actually think that I look good.

"We better get to class." Abigail tells us after looking at the time.

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"Hey Sierra." Justin says to me after English class.

"Hi." I say with a smile.

"Do you have any fun plans for the weekend?" He asks me.

"Nope, just staying home." I tell him. "What about you?" I question.

"I'm going out of town to visit my grandparents out of town." He tells me.

"That sounds like fun." I tell him as I pack up my things.

"I guess, I love my grandparents, but they drive me crazy." He tells me.

"So do mine." I say, throwing on my bag.

As soon as I start to walk, my vision goes a bit blurry and I start to feel very light headed, causing me to nearly fall.

"Sierra, are you alright?" Justin asks me, after grabbing my arm as I was falling.

"I am fine." I tell him. "I'm just really tired."  I tell him.

That's it.

I'm just tired. I just need to sleep.

"Are you sure, you almost  just fainted, Sierra. I'm not sure exhaustion is the reason for that often." He tells me.

"Well, I'm sure that the reason." I reassure him.

"Did you sleep last night?" He asks me.

"Well, yes, but only for a few hours." I tell him.

"Sierra, I think you can only faint from being tired when you haven't slept for days, it might be something else." He tells me as we exit the English classroom and start walking.

"Maybe stress, I don't know. But I'm fine." I tell him.

"Sierra, you should go home, or at least to the nurse. You need to at least tell your parents."  He tells me.

My mom can't know, I can't go to a doctor.

I can't have them telling me I've lost too much weight, when I clearly haven't.