I sat beside the tree,
for another meeting with Corey.
"I have an idea Brooklyn."
He began.
"You should have a food journal.
You'd write what you ate.
What you threw up.
That sort of thing,
I think it would help a lot."
I sat there thinking of the idea.
"I bought you a little notebook for it."
He smirked pulling out a little book,
from Typo,
with a little cupcake on the front.
I smiled and he smirked too.
"Thank you."