"Why do you bring out that little book every lunchtime?"
Martin asked.
"It's my food journal."
I mumbled.
"What's that?"
He asked.
"I write down everything I eat."
I said handing him the book.
He looked through it and gasped.
"I am going to try this, I want to compare our diets."
He smirked before standing up,
grabbing my hand in his,
helping me up from the grass.
"Let's go to the caf, I want to show you something."
He smiled, keeping my hand in his,
our fingers interlocking as we walked down the street.
YOU ARE READING
desserted (brooklyn's story)
Teen Fictionshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
