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It’s amazing what girls will do to be perfect. Even as a daydream. It was during lunch, and Lisa, Jamie, Courtney and I were looking through the latest Seventeen and Teen Vouge.
“Look at how thin these models are!” Lisa says. Lisa was an idiot, but she was a great dancer, so nobody truly cared about her GPA.
“Yes,” I says, “airbrushing, much?” Courtney eyed one of the models in Seventeen.
“Have you ever thought that you’d be prettier if you were thinner, Hanna?” Courtney asked. She glares at me with her brown eyes. I automatically let my hand fly to my stomach, regretting the couple of slices of pizza I just had for lunch. I push the plate away. I really hate Courtney. She is a total bitch.
“That’s what I thought.” she says coolly, standing up and grabbing her messenger bag, “here’s my plan, ladies. Five weeks, ten pounds per week. By October, I will be fifty pounds lighter.”
“I’ve been meaning to do that too!” Lisa says. I stared at Courtney.
“That’s crazy.” I say, “you couldn’t drop that much weight in five weeks.” Courtney rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
“Why, you couldn’t drop hat much weight.” She mimics in her annoyingly perfect imitation of my Atlanta accent. I grab my backpack.
“You know, losing some weight would help me on the field.” Jamie says. She is really sporty. We’re on the schools field hockey team together.
“Jamie!” I say, “you don’t need to lose weight.” Courtney smiles and looks at Jamie and Lisa.
“Are you with me?” she asks. They both nod, but hesitantly. Courtney giggles
“Perfect.” She says and turns to me, “we’ll see you later.” it isn’t a friendly goodbye, it’s a dismissal. I have no clue what I’m going to do.
They are at it again. I can hear my momma’s sweet voice raised with frustration. My parents are locked in one of their heated, impossible battles.
“Hanna!” My momma calls. I remain sitting on my bed. There is no way in any hell that I’m going down there.
“HANNA!” My daddy roars. I get up and dash down stairs. No body wants to cross daddy when he’s angry.
I arrive in the kitchen, and stare at my parents.
“Yes, daddy?” I ask, trying to be sweet. I notice tears running down my momma’s cheeks. This is very bad.
“You’re mother and I are getting a divorce.” daddy says. I stare at them. My grandparents on either side are totally anti-divorce.
“Because he’s a cheater!” my momma said, “out of the almost-thrity years we’ve been married, he decides he wants a whole other family.” I stare at him. This is my daddy. We are best friends.
“Another family?” I ask. Daddy shakes his head.
“Hanna, I’m moving out. You’re mother and I are getting a divorce.” I shake my head.
“No!” I say, “no, daddy!” He’s already brushing past me, and up the stairs. He’s not listening to me.
I do the only thing I think of. I race up to my bathroom, slid in front of the toilet and force myself to throw up everything I had eaten.
