Slim Pickings

Darcy is a normal popular high school student who attends Daugherty High. She dreams of being a professional cheerleader but in order for her to become that her couch tells her that she needs to control her diet and cut down. After weeks of trying but not getting anywhere, Darcy decides to change her diet extremely. She begins starving herself to be able to attend the national champion ships. Her best friend Grace starts to notice the changes in Darcy at school and so does her sister Brooke but will they be able to stop Darcy’s extreme eating habits or will it end terrible for everyone?


8. Pretend Means Pretend

Dodging meals isn't as easy as people make it out to be, especially when you have three hawks staring at you while you eat. Those three hawks names are Mom, Dad and Brooke. Rum wasn't watching me, he was to busy munching on his food to ever care. Two bites of my toast and I was "full". I wasn't, I was starving. So much so that I felt like I was going to be sick. Maybe that was the solution? To be sick. 

I still wasn't sure what I was going to say to Grace. How can I pretend to be doing cheerleading practise if I'm not allowed anywhere near the practise gym? Then a sudden idea came to my mind pushing the screaming hunger to the back and storing it away for later. 

*   *   *

The school was its usual self, even in the wet weather. It had been pouring down all night and all morning, non stop. It was like we were in some hurricane without winds. Grace wasn't waiting for me outside, in actual fact, no one was. The rain was battering of my books as I ran to the main entrance with my books over my head as shelter. The corridors were filled with students as normal, except there were more of them than I've ever seen before. Where was Grace? When she wasn't outside she would normally be by her locker, she wasn't there. I fumbled with the lock and the door of my locker swung open, narrowly missing me in the face. I shoved my books into the small space, I wouldn't need them until my last lesson. The bell rung, making me leap with fright. Slamming my locker shut again, I pulled my bag more securely on my shoulder. Today was going to be a long day.

*   *   *

I hated having Art first, I was always afraid the paint was going to go all over my clothes and I'd be stuck like that for the rest of the day. Grace has sneaked in just after the second bell had sounded. 'Where have you been?' I asked her as she sat down removing her butterfly printed scarf. 

Her cheeks were red and her hair was a mess. 'Coach Bradshaw had us practising Cobras for the first time. I don't trust any of those girls,  they could drop us at any time and still probably get away with it,' she panted taking out her artwork. 'How come you weren't there?' When I didn't say anything she added, 'you did get in, didn't you?' 

I nodded. 'Yeah, of course I did. I just have a really sore ankle and the doctor said I had to take a break from cheerleading every now and then.' I smiled. I was never good at telling lies. 

Grace sighed with relief, 'for a second you had me thinking you didn't get in,' she laughed. 

I laughed with her. ' 'Course I got in.' 

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