The Domiciles Project



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Anna hates walking down the hallway after lunch. She can just feel people staring at her, laughing. "Fat," she thinks. "Huge." She hurriedly walked past the many well known faces and to her locker.
"Hey, are you alright?" a voice says. Anna jumps a bit but smiles at her friend. "Yeah, of course. Listen, I'll meet up with you later, gotta pee!" She shut her locker and did a little wave behind her back. This was her normal routine. Eat. Let it out. Eat. Let it out.
She was looking through magazines while watching TV. Everyone she sees is so...tiny. She flicked off the TV and threw the magazine on the ground.
She can smell her mother cooking dinner downstairs. Greasy chicken, greasy fries, so many calories. She can't even handle the thought. She picks up a Barbie off the floor, ripping its head off only to throw it back on the floor.
She's stressed.
"Anna!" her mother calls.
She sighs.
"Anna!" her mother repeats. "Dinner's ready!"
"Hold on!" She yelled back, really mad. She ran into the bathroom, leaning over her toilet, trying to get something out of her stomach. Nothing. She moans and sits back on her knees, waling a few seconds before trying again.
"Anna." The door opens. "Anna, dinner is rea-- Anna what are you doing?"
(you decide what happens)
English 10 The Domiciles Project

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