"I've noticed you at the gym a lot. Seems like you're always there, which means you don't eat much either since you never stop to eat something at the gym and you're basically never home to eat."
"I'm fine,"
I snapped back,
turning away from the boy.
He grabbed my wrist
Before I could walk away.
"Look, I'm just worried."
"Look, I don't care if you're worried. It's my life. I'll do what I please with it."
When I reached the track,
I noticed a small weight in my pocket
That wasn't there before.
I reached in and pulled out a granola bar.
I scoffed and threw it to the side.
I don't need to eat.
I need to be pretty.
