I looked up and immediately recognized one of the girls. My heart skipped a beat.
"Graham! Graham!" I said, shaking his knee to get his attention. I pointed to the girl on the left. "She's Jeremy's sister!"
"My name is Emma, and they told me I'm anorexic." she said rolling her eyes.
"Her?" Graham asked.
"Yeah." I said, my eyes still locked on her. I couldn't believe it. Of all people. Emma sat down next to Eliza. She was always the one to greet people once they sat down. The other person was Heather, who was a struggling bulemic, and you could tell. She was very frail and tiny looking. I looked at my own hands. I looked just as bad. It made me wonder how someone as wonderful as Graham could love someone as ugly as me.
They ended up moving another bed into our room. Emma roomed with us, and Heather roomed with Raphael, down the hall. I tried to avoid Emma all day. She knew who I was. But the time would come sooner or later.