I get up at 3:30 in the morning and remember what happened yesterday. I could only barely see my wrist but it was halfway there to being a scar. How could I get out of going to school. I keep thinking of ways to get out of going to school starting from my feet. Faking a broken toe would take me to the hospital. Hardly able to walk would take me to the hospital. Bad cramps? No, my mom isn't one of those mom's to let me stay home for that. My stomach? Throwing up? I get up out of bed and head to the toilet. I'm hunched over when I stick my finger down my throat. I only gag the first time. The second time, it all comes up. The hot dog from Sonic was all in pieces. I was shaking. I headed down the hall to my parents room and whisper my mom's name. She is light sleeper so she wakes up and asks me if I'm alright. "No," I answer, still shaking. "Did you throw up?" I didn't answer, only left the room. They followed me down the hall to the bathroom. I was cold and shaking. Mom and dad both squinted their eyes at the light of the bathroom. The bile taste still in my throat. Dad comes in and flushes the toilet while covering his mouth and nose. "Get yourself a pot and I will call the school in the morning." Mom says and they both head back to their room. I head downstairs while stubbing my pinkie on the couch and messing around with some pots and pans. I did grab a pot and took it back to my room. I knew I wasn't going to try and through up again because that was terrible but it was worth it. I don't want to see anyone's face today. Maybe I'll be able to fall asleep and mom and dad won't find out I'm faking it. Eventually, I did fall asleep until 9, after my parents left.

Double update. Yay! Sorry this was disgusting. This is what happened to me a couple of months ago but I wasn't faking it. Anyways, hope you liked it. Kacey out.