I wake up early and stretch. I go upstairs and get changed into leggings and a baggy shirt. I  tie my hair back and put only my running shoes. I go outside and put my headphones in. I always run with music to drown out my thoughts. I run two miles before I head back home. I take a shower and do my hair. I tie it back into a simple braid. I put on a blue shirt with a white cardigan top. I put on some makeup and look in the mirror. I look at my stomach and glare. Still fat. I go to the scale and look at it. 118 pounds. I hold in the tears that threaten to spill. I skip breakfast and put on my shoes as I wait for Thomas.

I hear a honk and grab my bag as I race outside. I smile at Thomas as I get in. "Morning."

"Hi, baby. Are you free tonight?" He asks as he starts driving.

"Uh-I'll have to check with my mom. Why?"

"There's a party tonight at Ryan's place. A teammate. Want to come?"

"Sure! A party seems fun."

"Perfect! Tell your mom that it's a supervised party."

I nod. "You know, she's cool with it either way."

He sighs. "I know but I always say that so if she does worry she won't."

"Smart, baby."

He chuckles and stops as we get to school. "You look beautiful."

I blush. "I didn't do much but thank you." I don't believe him. The images of my body go into my mind, twisted images. 

"Come on, baby." He gets out and helps me out. "Time for h*ll." He whispers as we walk to school.