"Yuck." I cringed as I hurled the remaining of that sandwich in the toilet.
Gosh I hate the taste of puke on a Monday afternoon.
"Then maybe you shouldn't do it on purpose" Alyssa's voice boomed through the tiny stall, catching me completely by surprise.
Did I say that out loud?
"Yes you did. Now stop talking to yourself and get out here" She said as she hit the door constantly.
"Okay okay jeesh." I mumbled, pushing my way out and washing the horrible taste from my mouth. "What are you doing here anyways? And I wasn't doing it on purpose"
"Oh yes you were," she accused. "That's the third time today. Jamie, you can't do this to yourself"
"I'm not okay? Now don't we have a cheerleading practice to get to?" I questioned as I marched towards the exit. "Gosh I never thought I'd hear myse
