Eight-thirty, I feel a tap on my shoulder. The headache is still a little present, but Ms. Ashley's Advil helped. Pressley is looming over, and I let out a yelp of shock. She jumps back and I sit up, giggling a bit.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," we whisper at the same time.
"Jinx!" I giggle, rubbing my eyes and taking off the covers.
"I let you sleep in a bit, we have to leave in an hour, and your mom told me to tell you to take your medicine," Pressley tells me, and I get up out of bed reluctantly.
She's already dressed and ready. I should probably do the same. I grab my tie-dye outfit and go to the bathroom. I put on a blue tie-dye sunflower crop top from Urban Outfitters, some black lettuce-edge shorts from Forever 21, a pair of blowfish tie-dye sneakers from Rackroom Shoes, and tie-dye earrings and a tie-dye bandana, both from Claire's.
As I brush out my greasy hair, washing it with some water from a water bottle, I notice more hair is in my hairbrush than before. A lot more. I grip my hair and a small clump comes out. I know my hair has become thinner, but now it's falling out.
Now you don't have anything to save you, Lilliana. Your hair was your only pretty asset and now it's gone. My eyes well up with tears, but this is stupid to cry about. I calm myself down enough to put my hair up in pigtails behind my bandana and switch out my pink fluffy case to a tie-dye case.
I take my medication, the two pills going down my throat. I put on some normal makeup so I don't kill anybody with more tie-dye. I look like an 80s glow-in-the-dark rave in a nuclear reactor already.
My cuts are quickly covered in foundation, and then I exit the bathroom. The Great British Baking Show is playing. The contestants are making Baked Cheesecakes. Pressley and I pack up our suitcases as we're watching them finish up their cheesecakes.
"Lilly, your legs are bruised. Why are they getting so bruised?" Pressley asks, looking at my legs in horror.
I look at my legs. Green and purple bruises cover my legs like scales on a snake. I examine them. They're tender and painful to the touch.
"I'm going to cover these with makeup," I mutter quickly before running to the bathroom to apply makeup.
It's no different than covering up my cuts, just foundation, concealer, powder, done. It's harder to cover the back of my legs, but eventually, I get it done.
"Are they good?" I ask Pressley, turning around so she can see all my legs.
"They're good, but you may want to touch them up before Body and Soul, though. Luckily, other than solos, that's the only dancing we're doing today, so it's simple," Pressley reports.
I groan. Why couldn't we have done King of Queens instead? Pressley gives me a sympathetic look as I finish packing up my suitcase. You're going to look so fat in the leotard, Lilliana. Don't wear it. I have to wear it. I can't fake being sick again. By the time we finish, we have ten minutes to relax and finish watching the contestants create croquembouches.
As soon as we turn off the remote, Mom yells, "Pressley! Lilly! Time to go! Say goodbye to the hotel because we have to get on the minibus!"
I sigh. Today we have the show in Birmingham, then we have the show in Bristol tomorrow, then on Saturday, we have the show in London. Then we have Easter, which Ms. Abby said not to pack day clothes for, for some reason. It was nice to have a break and stay in one location for once, but I guess we're on the move again.
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Fanfiction***MATURE WARNING*** "The hunger is good. You had too many calories already. You're already fat." "They'll love you even more when you're skinny. You'll be their perfect little angel when you're nice and pretty." "Lilly, I heard you puking up the c...
