Sue
45 kg and falling

My candy friend had lost her sugar coating. The one I could talk to, the one who didn’t judge me for being bony and strange, had found other friends.
I waited outside her art class because we had made plans, ignoring the comments people made as they walked by.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, lighting a cigarette. Another of her new habits. Three years ago she had been the girl who hated sports, hid with me behind the supply closet whenever we had gym class. We swore no boys forever. We had even kissed once when Sophie had come home crying because Danny DeWinter had gone off with another girl and just needed someone to listen to her. We lay in each others arms all afternoon, cuddling and kissing, eventually kissing for real which took my breath away, the delicious obscenity of it.
Now she was jogging. Dating a gym freak. Too busy to return my calls or reply to my texts.
I said nothing.