She's Okay.

Chapter 1

I grimaced as I looked at the scale. It had gotten to be a habit, and a bad one at that. I'm 16, and I have weight problems. No, I don't have anorexia or bulimia. I just constantly think I'm overweight, and I barely eat. I've started to weigh myself multiple times a day. I jumped as my phone beeped. Snapping out of my thoughts, I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans. I had nearly 5000 notifications from Instagram, and Snapchat. I checked my messages quickly.
the kool kidz🦆:
Mae: Hey peeps! Literally so boring in NYC, tots wish I could be home with you! Jenna: miss u 2!❤️
Jessie: props to you for saying NYC is boring. wish i could be in ur shoes.
Mae: 🙄
Jessie: kidding, love you💞
Dan: Hey, wanna hang out today with the whole squad, minus the people who were boring and went away?
Mae: Jesus, Dan. I know you're salty that I brought Michael instead of you, but I've known him since I was two. You know, besties before the resties?
Dan: I'm your boyfriend though, shouldn't that give me some points?
Jenna: Everyone, shush. We need an answer from Willow.

Dan: You better be coming, Andrew's dying to see you.
Jenna: I'm guessing Dan already asked, since you two are chummy-chummy, but wanna hang?
Jessie: ANSWER YOUR PHONE. EVERYONE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU CAN COMEEE!

Anna: Hi. Imy.
I slowly scanned my texts. I replied to the group chat , saying that I could come, and would around 3. I slowly read the last text, before deleting it. Going on my Instagram, I see 3,000 likes on my recent, and 400 comments, most from people I didn't even know. I rolled my eyes as I looked through them. High school popularity is so dumb. You get all these likes and these "love you!!" or "so cute!!" comments from people you don't even know. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends but they let this shit get to their heads to often. Just as I get off the scale and check myself in the mirror, I hear my father shout my name. Since my mom left when I was 10, it has always been the two of us. My dad usually gives me my freedom, so I know somethings up when he calls my name.
"Willow?"
"Coming, Dad!"
I walk out of my room, shutting my phone off and putting it in the pockets of my jeans. I walked down the hall and when I got to the stairs, I saw two figures and my Dad.
"Dad, who are th-"
The people turned around, showing two ghosts from my past. Anna and Max Miles.