Fat

I stayed home from school. My eyes are all puffy from crying and I have a bruised cheekbone and bruised ribs and a black eye. I don’t want to see him anyway. I hate him.

I don’t even want to write his name.

Jake says that he didn’t mean to, that it was a mistake and it wasn’t even initiated by him anyway, but he’s still “in the sh*t” with him because nobody hurts Jake’s friends and gets away with it, and he hurt me. And I want to kill Sammy but then again they’re better for each other than I ever was for him.

I haven’t eaten since Friday lunchtime.