Mom needed her car, and I refused to call Libby for a ride, so my only other option was the school bus. I hadn’t ridden the bus to school for at least two years, but this was my life now. I was seventeen and riding the bus. Oh, how far I have fallen. I quickly threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. My jeans slipped on with ease and seemed looser on me. My sweatshirt felt bigger, too. I thought about how much I had eaten over the last week and realized that I hadn’t been eating more than one meal a day—dinner. And even then, I merely picked at my food to appease my mother; I just didn’t have much of an appetite. At least one good thing would come out of this; I’d lose a few pounds.
I didn’t care what my hair looked like, so I threw it up in a ponytail, grabbed my school things,
