Sequel: The "You're Not Fat" Campaign ›
Ana
Laura
I am absentmindedly doodling on a piece of notebook paper when I notice Cassie packing up her notebook and pencils. I glance at the clock to see if class is almost over, but we still have 35 minutes. Out of 45. This is weird. Maybe Cassie has a doctor's appointment.
"What's up, Cass?" I ask. She stands and doesn't reply. I frown and watch as she walks over to Natalie Moore's table and sits down.
"What the hell?" I whisper. Cassie doesn't look at me. She stares at her hands, clutching a pink colored pencil. Embarrassment simmers in my stomach. I just got ditched by my best friend. For Natalie Moore, the girl who stood up and screamed at Mrs. Anderson that "anorexia is a lifestyle, not a disease, you dumb bitch! Don't talk about things you don't understand!"
Ouch.
"What's up, Cass?" I ask. She stands and doesn't reply. I frown and watch as she walks over to Natalie Moore's table and sits down.
"What the hell?" I whisper. Cassie doesn't look at me. She stares at her hands, clutching a pink colored pencil. Embarrassment simmers in my stomach. I just got ditched by my best friend. For Natalie Moore, the girl who stood up and screamed at Mrs. Anderson that "anorexia is a lifestyle, not a disease, you dumb bitch! Don't talk about things you don't understand!"
Ouch.