Chapter #5Five Pounds Already?! by: Unknown "D-D-DIET PILLS??" you ask in disbelief. "Wha...where'd you say you got them?
"Off the internet." The bubbly smile hasn't left her face. In the glow of the window her platinum-blonde hair looks like a halo. It's not her real color, but it's so beautiful, you can't help but compare it to your own black-haired punk hairstyle with red streaks running through it.
Your eyes narrow.
"Where "off the internet?"
"Some site I linked through a pop-up. I don't remember the name of the company or anything..."
You open your mouth in amazement but are unable to speak. Airheaded as Lisa can sometimes be, you never imagined...
"Do you have any idea how unsafe that stuff is?!" you shout.
"What do you mean?"
Behind those thick sunglasses and pink hair clips, she's starting to look really stupid to you now.
"You're telling me you just linked to some random site, saw an ad for some pills and bought them without knowing who made them..?!"
"Rhonda, calm down." She's awfully casual about the whole thing and takes your hand. "They're safe, okay" I took a bunch yesterday and I feel fine."
You can't believe Lisa would do something so drastic. Everybody knows how chubby she is, but she's not a chronic overeater or anything. She's isn't athletic at all, and over the years you've gone to school with her fat has been accumulating all long her body. To you it seems natural. The two of you have similar body types; curvy but severely out of shape and lacking definition. You look down at her nicely-tanned thighs, bulging out slightly from under her shorts onto the hot leather sofa. Besides her perfect tan and your pasty white skin, you two look identical without clothes. You honestly had no idea Lisa had been obsessing so much about her weight.
"What are you doing taking diet pills anyway? You're perfectly healthy, you exercise at your job..."
"I don't work out! What are you talking about?" Lisa shoots back.
"You're a lifeguard! You work at a gym! You don't need..."
"Yes I do! Just look how fat I am." She looks down and gestures to the fat rolls lining her stomach and peeking out under her shirt. "You don't lose weight just by being around a gym or pool, Rhonda! You have to work out all the time and go on a diet, and I've tried both and neither works."
"Neither works??"
This is insane. You know for a fact that Lisa isn't one to exercise and pigs out whenever she gets dumped by her asshole boyfriends, which happens a lot. Of course she'd be a little chunky. You sense it's better to defuse her before she gets angry.
"Okay, look. I'm worried about this. I don't think you should take anymore pills until we at least find out who..."
"Listen, I'm sorry I brought it up. I can't believe you're being like this." Lisa attitude turns dismissive, and she stuffs the pill bottle back into her back before you can get a closer look at it. She starts to get up and you sigh and roll your eyes.
"How am I being?"
"Everybody knows how fat I am. They all say I can't keep a boyfriend and I eat like a pig."
You get up and put your hand on her plump forearm to console her.
"You're too hard on yourself, and no one says--"
"Shut up, I hear them. I weighed myself this morning and I've lost five pounds already."
Your eyes widen. You're aghast.
"Five...whole pounds??"
"Yeah. It's working, and I feel great, and I thought you'd be happy for me but I guess I wasn't thinking."
She turns to leave. All you can do is stand and look frustrated and confused.
"This isn't safe. It doesn't make any sense. How can you consider losing all that weight at once safe?!"
"I'm going."
"Lisa, wait!" You run to catch her at the door. "I'm concerned, okay? I want you and I to figure out where this stuff came from and I want you to see a doctor just to make sure..."
"I'm not seeing a doctor! What if they say I did something illegal?!"
"Well..." The thought crosses your mind that's very likely. "...You probably did. Listen, I've heard stories of girls who take pills they bought of some weird site in mexico and end up with worms living in their stomachs. I don't want to see something happen to you."
"Well, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I'll see you."
"Lisa! Lisa, come on..."
She opens the door and exits.
"Lisa--!"
SLAM!
"Great." You sigh and ruffle your hair.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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