The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

20. Monday: Girl's Bathrooms (Emery)

Hey! I know I said I'd update last week. But things didn't go as planned. My best friend's birthday turned into a sleep over and then some friends crashed at my place, and then even though I don't celebrate Christmas I didn't want to update then. And I was planning on updating this morning but a relative got really sick so we've been taking care of that. (I'm so sorry for the useless, unnecessary information—I get talkative when I get nervous )
Anyways:
Important: This chapter talks a lot about safe and unsafe food and mentioned how certain things make you fat. Not true, no food makes you fat. And the food I mentioned is a stereotypical food, but actually it's rather healthy for you!

Okay, I added the tiniest edit to Chapter 11. I added a girlfriend for Kyler, her name is Jayla and she's very mocking and sadistic.
also I'm in the car so I haven't thoroughly deities.
Emery
Monday-6:12

Mondays were always busy afterschool, football and soccer had practice, along with AP classes extended, student council, and cheer team.

Therefore, despite being an hour after school, there still were students strolling the hallways.

I gathered my books that were sprawld over my lap and the filthy floor. Dusting off my textbooks I placed them back in my backpack, glancing once again at the clock. I was meeting Levi in 28 minutes, but I wanted to get to our meeting spot earlier. Because the other extracirriculars, too, get out at 6:30.

I shouldered my back pack, checking to make sure I didn't leave anything.

Having just dranken a huge waterbottle to boost my metabolism after I ate those plain noodles for lucnh, I needed to pee.

I hated using the restroom here at school, because they were full of mirrors and teenage girls. Mirrors that showed my flawed fat self and teenage girls that destroyed what ever confidence I had inside.

I took a single step into the bathroom, listening for the echo of chattering. It seemed quiet.

I briskly walked in, refusing to look in the mirror.

As I opened the stall I heard several footfalls coming into the bathroom, their high pitch gossipy voices echoing.

I hurridly shut the door, locking it. I did have to pee, but didn't want to be heard. Sitting with my knees against my chest and my backpack held closely, I listened.

It sounded like a pair of girls, but I recognized the first person who spoke. It was Jayla, one of the football players girlfriends.

"God, I look like I gained weight," she sneered, her feet shuffling to the sides, obviously observing her torso.

The other girl, Dina chuckled. "YOur fine Jayla" she assured. "You're super skinny. "

Jayla scoffed, slowly turning to face her friend.

"Why would I trust you to tell me how to look," she spoke as if she'd didn't mean it as an insult, just a fact of life.

I conjured a picture of the two of them. Dina, a sophmore, was average size, maybe a bit on the chubbier side. She ate whatever she wanted and never gave much effort to her body figure, her focus was on having the most designer clothes.

I couldn't see Dina's face, but I assumed she was rolling her eyes dismissively. Jayla always pokes fun at Dina for no apparent reason, but Dina has grown accustomed to the harshness.

"Ugh," Jayle groaned, shuffling to a different position.

Dina sighed and responded assuringly "Jayla, you are the prettiest skinniest girl I know."