3 Grills to Choice Frum

Aimee

I've known him the longest. We've been friends since middle school. I met him on GrowTopia; we used to play together every day after school. I lived in Kentucky at the time, but then my family had a sudden move to Virginia after my mom died of cancer.
It could only be described as fate that we'd move right next to James.

The day I saw him in person was the day that changed my life forever.

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James used to talk to me every day. He'd come over with his laptop, and we'd spend hours together watching Naruto.
But then it all changed.

James got into a fight with some girl. He didn't really talk to me about it.

He spent less time with me. He just sat and stared for days.

She's "anorexic".

I don't really get it; she's not even that skinny.

But now I know what it's like.

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Wake up, eat breakfast.
Puke.
That's my routine.

Ever since last month.

I heard James and his friends playing "would you rather". It went something like this:

Dillan: "Would you rather kiss Aimee on the cheek or make out with a bag of rotten fish?"

James: "Oh man definitely the bag of fish bro"

Aaron: "Yea haha I'd rather fu..."

I didn't hear anything else after that.
I had tears streaming down my face.
Blood dripping from my thigh.
I hid in a bathroom stall til school let out.

But despite his hatred for me, I still long for James.
I just want him to see me.
To notice me.
See me as something better than a bag of fish.
Better than a pig.
Better.

My pants are saggy.

My bracelets jingle when I walk.

I can almost reach my fingers around my arm, just a few millimeters off.

.......

On the bus, Victoria sat beside me.
She had her earbuds in, but I could hear "My Immortal" screeching through.

"Hey can you turn that down?" I asked.

"What?"

"Turn your music down."

"What?"

Usless.
The bus slowed. We were at the end of 31st street.

Noah's house.

"Tori, she's getting on", I giggled in excitement.

Noah slowly crawled up the stairs and walked down the row.
Everyone stared.

She sat down in a seat, only covering a fifth of it with her small frame.

"Hey fatty, leave some room for the rest of us!" I screamed.

I hate this girl. She ruined me and James.

Yahoo tells me I should be sympathetic to other Anas, but she is an expectation.