MIRRORS Chapter TwoThe laughter of my peers followed me into the bathroom. I tossed my stuff on the floor and hurried for the nearest stall. Sinking to my knees, I started to cry. What they said was true. I was so fat and hideous. Their cruel words haunted me, ringing over and over in my head until it hurt. I was breathing heavily, and then i started to vomit. I heard the all-too-familiar click clack of heels sound in the bathroom. Someone opened my stall door and said something close to "having fun?" followed by laughter. I was dizzy and couldn't get this waahhhhh noise out of my head. I felt a nudge on my knee. I stopped throwing up long enough to turn around, just to see a pair of perfectly painted toenails on a pair of perfect feet wrapped up in strappy heels. I looked up. Victoria...I threw up again. On her shoes. Big mistake."EW! GROSS! THAT IS SO DISGUSTING! You just THREW UP! All over my SHOES! They're MUI-MUIS! Do you KNOW how expensive these are?! More money than your mom's annual SALARY!" Victoria shrieked. I flinched away. She stalked out of the bathroom in a flurry of rage. Uh oh...I just made my life ten times worse. Shaking, I stood up and flushed the toilet. I rinsed my mouth, picked up my stuff, and went to the nurse. Nurse Amy said I should call my mom to come pick me up and bring me home. She suggested a nice long rest and a few Tums. I knew my mom probably wouldn't leave work to pick me up, and if she did, she'd be furious, but i did anyways. "Hello?" grumbled an irritated voice on the other end. Mom. "Hi, Mom. I, uh, got sick today at school. Could you, um, pick me up and take me home please?""Whatever. I'll be there in ten minutes," she said. I heard a click; she must've hung up. "She'll be here in ten minutes," I told the nurse. Soon enough, but still later than ten minutes, my mom walked in. Her eyes zoomed in on me, her brows making an angled V. Oh, Lord. That's her angry face. *Faves? Follows? Feedback please! Suggestions would be awesome:) thanks!*