What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead.

"Dinners done guys!" Ugh. I walk up the stairs, ignoring the pain in my legs. When i go up there, my moms making plates while Frank and Mikey sit at the small table.

"Mom i dont think i should eat..." I start out with that making my tone miserable.

"What? Why?" She says. She sounds worried. Mikey and Frank are staring, making me uncomfortable.

"My stomach hurts really bad and i dont think I should upset it more. Its only the first week if school, i dont want to miss any school." Lieslieslieslies

She looks at me with deep concern in her eyes. I know she will let me slide.

"I guess. Why don't you have some toast?"
I think. 70 if i have white. Plus butter. 120. But I could have wheat. That means only 100.

"Okay. I guess." I walk over to the bread and toaster and put one slice of whole wheat bread. I put it in and walk over to the
refrigerator and get out the butter. When the toast pops up, i scrape a microscopic layer of butter on the top. That's less than 40 calories. So it's more like 80.
I sit down at the table and silently eat my toast, counting my chews. Everyone finishes before me even though they all had meals. I walk up to my room and try to do homework, But I cant concentrate. I stand up a little too quick and my vision goes black.

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