Diana

nine.

"Did you eat yesterday?" Caleb asks, noticing that her plate was yet again full of food. Yet again, untouched.

Diana rolls her eyes, tired of Caleb's concern about her diet. He would always do that, ask her about her diet. Both of them being stubborn always ended up arguing with each other.

"Why yes sir, I did." She lies, smiling innocently in his direction.

"Yeah?'' He raises his eye brow.

"Or maybe I didn't because I got bombarded by History projects?'' She tries covering up.

"Diana! Stop starving yourself for things like collarbones, thigh gaps or what so bloody ever you think is beauty." He nearly shouts at her.

"You don't understand, Caleb and don't speak to me like that." She frowns.

"Look, all I am saying is it's unhealthy and sick.'' He sighs as the bell rings.

"All of this will be worth it one day and you'll see." She says and walks away leaving a fuming Caleb.