Perfection- Chapter Three

*Chapter Three*

The next morning was a sleepy Thursday. I felt guilty still about eating lunch and dinner yesterday. It made me feel huge-- nine-month-pregnant huge. I skipped out on breakfast again, but after yesterday’s near-disaster on the bike, I took a shot on the school bus.
As always, it was loud and smelled like a diesel station. I searched the row of heads until I found the brunette. When I did, I tapped her on the head.
Izobel darted her eyes up and smiled. She was always useful for a spare seat and a voice to talk to, whenever you managed to say something.
“Hey, Iz,” I interrupted as she stopped for a breath, during an epic recount of How Much I Hate Math Homework. “Did you say something about your cousin?”
She nodded, looking slightly apprehensive.
“Isn’t she really skinny?”
Her eyes widened with tales. “Ohmygod, yes. She eats maybe one plate a day... and she throws it all up right after! Like this one time...”
Izobel’s voice dwindled away in my mind. I had a new plan.

Perfection- Chapter Two

*Chapter Two*

I woke at midnight with a furious claw in my gut. I gasped at the pain. It felt like somebody had slashed my stomach with a knife. I quickly adverted my eyes to the window. They were still locked. My closet was still open. But the pain in my abdomen wasn’t imagined. It was crippling. I heaved in. What had I done?
I wasn’t sick. This wouldn’t happen when I was sick.
I wasn’t hurt.
Suddenly, I remembered. I hadn’t eaten since . . .
When had I last eaten? It dawned on me I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday at school . . . at 11:30. I hadn’t eaten in twelve and a half hours. And now I paid the price. A hard bargain.

Perfection- Chapter One

*Chapter One*

My name is Siovhan Randers.

I’m fourteen.

I am five foot two.

And I’m fat.

Hold to Marta

***Before we get this party started, I have to explain a bit.

This story is something I entered for a writing competition at thesims3.com. Of course, we couldn't just write anything for this special contest. We had to include this paragraph:

As the seconds ticked by my heart raced faster and faster. I had no hope left; my last hope was shattered into a million pieces a minute ago; there's nothing left for me. The door creaked open to reveal what I've been afraid to see. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it...right there...carefully watching my every move...

I've bolded it so that you can tell the difference between my writing and the paragraph given to us.***

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