Thankfully, the next day was Saturday. I came downstairs at about nine, to find my dad had bought doughnuts. He had always had doughnuts Saturday mornings, since I was a kid. They looked so delicious. I went over and looked at the doughnuts. We had cinnamon rolls, jelly-filled... I stuck my finger in the frosting of the cinnamon roll. I tasted the sweetness of it. My stomach went crazy, I hadn't eaten in a few days. I closed the box. I wasn't supposed to eat.
I went into the bathroom to weigh myself. Ninety-four pounds. I looked in the mirror. I looked so fat. I decided to take a walk to burn some calories. I wanted to walk past Jeremy's house anyway. We needed to talk.
I put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I tied a sweatshirt around my waist and put on my tennis shoes. I began walking. I noticed how beautfil the leaves on the trees were. They were just beginning to change colors and some showed a peek of orangeness at the tips. I was about 3 blocks to Jeremy's house. I started a small jog until I got there. Jeremy was sitting on the porch with his head in his hands. He looked sad again.
"Hi Jeremy." I said, waving. He looked up and came over to me.
"You look so pale, Kersey. Do you feel okay?" he asked me. I was feeling dizzy, but I was sick of him talking about me not eating.
"I'm... I'm fine." I said, stopping to take a breath. I put my hand on my forehead and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes again, and Jeremy had a hand on me to steady me.
"Maybe you should sit, take a rest." Jeremy said, pointing me to the curb. I looked at him and things started going black. I saw him one last time before I fell and he looked terrified.