|Gone Too Soon
Author: Softbalgal202 PM
Sonny has moved from LA to NYC. There she meets Alex. Will her love for Alex be enough to want her to recover from her eating disorder?Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Romance - Alex R. & Sonny M. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 4,567 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 06-24-12 - Published: 06-17-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8226623
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Gone Too Soon Chapter One: The First Day. Read, enjoy, and review!
We were moving. I was moving in with Mom and her new boyfriend, Michael. We were moving to Waverly Place, a suburb of New York City.
I lived in Los Angeles. I loved it there: the sun, the cars, the celebs. But New York was notorious for being cold-and I don't just mean the temperature in the winter months. Lady Gaga said. "New York's not just a tan that you'll never lose." But, she's wrong. Katy Perry was right when she sang, "California gurls we're unforgettable." Los Angeles New York City.
We pulled into a driveway. The house looked like a colonial cottage. Fuck.
"We're here," Michael sung.
Great. I got out of the car. "Can I go walk down the street and back? I wanna see where I can get a soda."
"Sure thing, Dems." Michael gave me a ten.
I grabbed the cash. "My name is Demi," I corrected harshly.
I headed down the street. Tears came out of my eyes. I wiped them away quickly.
Down the street, there was a sub shop. I went inside.
There was a countertop bar-like thing. There were three tables filled. I sat at the countertop bar thing.
"Hi, what can I get for you?" asked a girl. She had black curly hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her skin tone made me clearly realize that she had a Hispanic side to her.
"A Sprite and a basket of fries," I answered.
"Coming right up," the teenage girl said and walked away. She was hot. Extremely hot. My mom isn't really supportive of me being gay; she likes to pretend I'm straight. My dad isn't involved with my life anymore, probably because I came out or to get back at my mom for trapping him with me when she was a teenager.
I looked around. I wonder what my new high school will be like. I wonder how hard the driving test is in New York. I hope I make friends the first day of tenth grade. I hope I'm going to a big school. I like big things.
The girl handed me a soda, my fries, and a bottle of ketchup.
"Thanks," I sprayed ketchup on my fries.
I ate my food, laid down the ten on the counter, and headed back to the house.
For dinner, we ate pizza. I miss my favorite pizza joint from Los Angeles. After finishing dinner I got into bed and cried myself to sleep.
I woke up with puffy eyes. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready. I cried some more in the shower. I got dressed and unpacked my clothes. Tomorrow was the first day of school. I wasn't looking forward to it.
Before lunch, my mom and I headed toward Wal-Mart to buy school supplies. Then we went to the sub shop I went to yesterday. The girl was there again. Only today her hair was straightened. She looked prettier today.
I ordered a grilled chicken salad. My mom and her boyfriend got subs with chips.
After lunch, I went home and continued working on unpacking my stuff. I want to make a scrapbook page of Los Angeles to decorate my binders with. I love creative things.
My mom had gotten Chinese food for dinner. After dinner, I picked out my outfit, packed up my stuff, and got ready for bed.
I awoke at seven. School started at eight.
I put on a purple and pink dress with a black cardigan. I straightened my hair and did my make-up. I wore black pearls as my jewelry and black ballet flats.
I headed to the local Starbucks and bought a latte and a bagel. I ate my breakfast and walked to school.
I must've gotten to school early or something because barely anyone was here. I found my locker and unpacked my book bag. My binders were nicely decorated. I found all my classes and sat in my first class, English.
Twenty minutes later, other people began filing into the classroom. There she was again! Today her hair was in these loose, wavy celebrity curls. Everyone wore their hair like that back in Los Angeles.
She was wearing a purple striped shirt with green skinny jeans. She liked to take risks; that's my kind of woman.
She sat in front of me! She actually sat in front of me! I tapped her shoulder with my pen. She turned around.
"Hi, I'm Sonny. I saw you at the sub shop the last couple of days."
"Oh, hi. I'm Alex. Are you new? I don't remember seeing you before."
"Yea, I moved here from Los Angeles."
"Cool, well, welcome to Waverly!"
"Thanks," I said as she turned around.
Alex was hot. I bet she's gay too. New goal: get Alex to fall in love with me.
It was lunchtime. I headed toward the cafeteria. I didn't know who I could sit with. Maybe Alex? Or would it be imposing? I'm sure she had other friends.
I got some comfort food: French fries. I walked out of the lunch line and looked around. I didn't see Alex. I saw a group of girls walking out of the cafeteria. I followed them. They went into a classroom. I went into the bathroom next door.
The bathroom smelt like pee and fish. I locked myself in stall and starting eating. I felt like Cady from Mean Girls. I ate all my food in two minutes. Then I started to cry. I've been crying a lot lately.
"Throw up. If you're skinnier you'll be able to make friends," hissed the voice of my eating disorder inside my head.
I threw away the tray. And I stuck a finger down my throat. I lightly massaged my uvula, or the dangly thing in the back of my throat, until I threw up.
Food never tasted good the second time around, but it was worth it to be skinny again. I got a high from throwing up, I'm not sure why, but it always feels good after I purge. It's like I remove all the toxins and bad stuff from me.
The last time I was super skinny was a year ago. All my friends were worried about me. I fainted in gym class and the entire school held a prayer session because I was admitted to the hospital. The attention felt great.
In the hospital, I was diagnosed with anorexia, bulimia, and bipolar disorder. Ever since then my mom locks the bathroom door after I eat. Why she thought moving me to the other side of the country would help me with recovery is beyond me.
I just relapsed because of this move. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I have no friends.
Someone walked into the bathroom. I flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall. It was Alex.
"Oh hi Sonny," she said.
"Hi," I washed my hands and scrubbed down my puking finger.
"I was gonna invite you to eat lunch with me and my best friend, but I couldn't find you."
"That was nice of you, I'll sit with you tomorrow. I'm not feeling well today."
"Want me to show you where the nurse's office is?" Alex asked. She was a sweet girl, I could tell.
"Yes, please." I said.
So I followed behind Alex the entire way, staring at her ass.
I didn't have a fever, so the nurse sent me back to class. I never told her that I threw up.
I got home from school at four.
"How was school?" my mom asked.
"School," I answered.
"Did you make any friends?"
"I think so," I answered.
"Glad your first day went well then."
"Yea, it was good." I lied. I had a shitty first day.