Come On Skinny Love

"Your skin isn't paper, don't cut it. Your face isn't a mask, don't hide it. Your size isn't a book, don't judge it. Your life isn't a film, don't end it."
This is what Jenny Rose Smith's life is like on a daily bases


6. The Truth? Or Maybe Not...

      Jenny Rose P.O.V

         I guess I thought the nurse would take me to some weird questioning room, but she took me to a closet-type thing. She seemed quiet and she pointed to a box labeled with "No Butts". I thought it was a little humorous, because it had clothes in it so people didn't see your butt, so I stifled a short laugh. She stayed quiet and depressed. I looked at her and frowned, then I picked up a giant Florida Gators sweatshirt and some red skinny jeans from the box. I put them on quickly, and the nurse led me to a room. A man asked me some questions. Him: "Why do you have cuts on your face?" Me: "I slipped." Him: "Why do you have bruises?" Me: "I play soccer." Him: "Why do you have a huge bruise on your abdomen?"

I couldn't explain the last one. "I-I..." He stared at me. I couldn't tell him, about my dad and my mom. I told him a basketball hit my stomach. He nodded and left the room. I sat there and sighed, following him. I got back to my room and just made sure I knew the boy's names. "I'm Harry," "Okay I get that but what's your name?" I questioned looking at  his head of hair "No my name is harry," "you should've make that clear" everyone was trying not to laugh "I'm Louis," a cute boy said. "Zayn." a shy boy noted. "Niall," another cute guy stated. "And I am Liam," Liam said, Now I knew them.

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