One week later
Lydia's outfit

Lydia: (throwing up)
Thomas: your not going to school you and I are no school
Lydia: fine (walks to her room)
Carl: hey Thomas what's up
Thomas: Lydia is sick want to ditch
Carl: yep (sits on the couch)
Thomas: she wanted some medicine take care of her while imports gone
Carl: Thomas I can't she die still want
Thomas: (leaves)
Carl: to talk to me shit
Lydia: Thomas!
Carl: shit (sighs and goes to her room)
Lydia: Carl
Carl: he went to the store let me take care of you
Lydia: fine
Carl: what do you want
Lydia: bag of potato chips
Carl: fine (goes and gets it) here
Lydia: thanks
Carl: (leaves)
Lydia: (eats it puts on her glasses and reads a book)
Later
Carl: you ate the whole bag
Lydia: I'm hungry (takes off her glasses)
Carl: (takes the bag throwing it in the garbage) are you ok Lydia you've been acting weird
Lydia: I'm sick
Carl: your eating more, you hate me, your sick, moody what's wrong
Lydia: I'm fine just go Carl
Carl: fine (leaves slamming her door)
Lydia: (sighs) he's right I'll ask Shelby if it continues