"I already told you, I'm not ready for adoption." I walk into the kitchen where my foster mother, Hayden, talks on the phone.
"What's the point? She's going to be an adult next year anyway." I don't think she's realized I walked in.
"Yes, I understand. Thank you," she ends the call and turns to see me.
"Aubrey, hey!"
"Hey, Hayden. I've got to go to school," I tell her. I get ready for my lecture.
"Breakfast." She demands. I haven't eaten in four days and last time I did, I threw it right back up.
"Can't, sorry. Bye," I walk out before she has time to argue. To be honest, I'm actually hungry, but I can't throw all my progress out the window. I have to be skinner. I have to make people love me.
I walk out to the driveway, where my best friend, Chloe, awaits me in her red Ford Fusion. As I get closer, I realize she's not in her car alone. Her boyfriend is in the passenger seat and they're making out.
"You know, it's rude to force your best friend into the back seat so you can kiss your boy toy," I say as I open the car door with some rage that's bottled inside.
"Aubrey... hey. Um, Josh kinda needed a ride so I let him tag along," she explains hesitantly.
"Whatever." I can't help but be jealous because no matter how hard I try, Chloe will always want Josh more than me. I'm not good enough for her, just like with everyone else.
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I sit in the corner, with my blonde hair trying to cover my face. My jeans are too big, so is my long sleeved "fitted" shirt. I guess that's a good thing.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see him. Elijah. I've been in love with him since I was fifteen, but I know the feeling can't be mutual. How would a guy like him like a girl with anorexia and a couple oceans if insecurities?
Elijah is a soccer player (like I used to be before my sister left and everything went downhill), he's a straight A student and he just carries himself in a way that nobody else does. He knows he's got many things to brag about, but instead brags on others. But he's got a lot of girls in line for him, and I know that if he were to choose, it wouldn't be me.
The final bell, and I make my way to my locker where I put away my dreaded algebra book. I walk to my bus and go home.
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Skinny Girl
Teen Fiction"Why are you doing this to yourself?! I love you!" Elijah says looking at me, both of us with tears coming down our faces. "She left me! I wasn't good enough for my own mother. How can I love myself and my body when I know that the one who gave me...
