Chapter One

“I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak” over and over, I thought cramped in the toilet cubicle, I know this is wrong, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, yet again! I promised myself I wouldn’t skip class again, for my educations sake. But here I am again, lodged between the wall, the floor, the toilet and my bag. I hate this dank cubicle more then than I hate the guys in my phys Ed class.

“I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak” over and over I thought, my stomach aching, I wonder how long it will take me, to slip under the radar. I haven’t eaten in 3 days, I feel fatter then ever. “Skinny thighs never lie”. I will be thin, so thin I won’t exist, and I’m starving, eating my own carbon dioxide isn’t enough.

“I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak” over and over I thought, my assignments are overdue, when will I do it right? This isn’t what it youse to be. I’m wasting away with the promises of hard work that I can never keep.

“I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak” over and over I thought it’s been 6 weeks since I’ve started, I let them push me around, like I’m just a boy like I’m just an excuse for them to feel in control.

“I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak” over and over I thought, I need your help, so I’m letting go. I need you to know, I’m fighting, but it’s not enough, I’m not strong enough to survive, there is four weeks to go, if this ends in a bang let it be in my own hands.

“I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak” over and over I wrote, “I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak” my pages so deep, I’m intimidated by the other guys, not strong enough, not cool enough, not hot enough. I’m the pawn, the pun, the player.