"empty your pockets please." she knew not to put anything there. so it was empty.
"pull up your shirt please." she knew not to put it there as well. she pulled it up and there was nothing but her bra.
"take off your sneakers and step on the scale please." she stepped on.
"117 ib." she sighs and smiles.
the nurse nods, dismissing her. she always hated having her physical. worst thing is the schools physical is at school with the nurse. people make fun of her weight, and height.
this isn't the only time she checks her weight. It's every weak, at her therapist.
she leaves picking up her back pack and sneakers on the way, and heads to the bathroom. she locks the stall she's in and pulls up her pants. she takes off the 20 pound weights wrapped around both her ankles and stuffs it in her back pack. she pulls her pants down and puts her sneakers on, leaving the stall.
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