MyFishToldMe
BLACKJACK!
When Teagan walked into the bathroom, Kiara froze, wobbling on a tightrope line between holding her stomach in and pretending she was examining a mole or confiding in her. She went for the first option, poking an invisible spot on her stomach and turned away from her friends cheery wave. Kiara pulled up the elastic waisted skirt, noticing it almost fitting comfortably when she sucks her stomach in. She turns, glancing at Teagan, sudden desire to tell her part of her problem. Or perhaps just showing her is enough.
Kiara watches her friends face mould into confusion and then shock as she pulls up her shirt and stops holding in her stomach. Tears brim in her eyes and her mouth quavers like a small child.
"You have to help me"
Kiara watches her friends face mould into confusion and then shock as she pulls up her shirt and stops holding in her stomach. Tears brim in her eyes and her mouth quavers like a small child.
"You have to help me"