Lunchtime is always the same; busy, bustling and bloody loud. She can feel her stomach growling at her to feed it. She watches them all stuffing themselves and sees little bits of food falling from their mouths to the floor. Her mouth salivates at the thought of food; any food. She finds her eyes staring at a sandwich in the hand of a boy in her Physics class. She jumps when she realises what she was doing.

Disgusted, she mentally shakes herself. She doesn’t need that stuff; it’s horrible and makes you fat. She is stronger than that and doesn’t need it to function. All these people are weak and fat. She has a smug smirk on her face as she refuses any food her friends offer her.

Her friends worry about her. How thin she is. How she never eats. She refuses the food and waves them away. When ever they mention it to her she snaps at them. “I’m fine!” Is all they ever get; her default mood. She never speaks about how she is and everyone worries.

The girl rubs her stomach to ease the well known hunger pang she always gets as she watches the people surrounding her eat. Closing her eyes she gets strength to resist the urge to binge knowing that she is stronger than them. She opens a bottle of water and takes sip the liquid; feeling better about her body and how good her self control has gotten. She knows how good she has been. She has support of people who know what its like. They all support her when she feels weak; not like these people. They want her to be fat.

“Want some chocolate?” Offers her friend. She glares at them and they shrink under her steely gaze.

“Of course I don’t! What do you take me for?” She hisses. “Some fatso with no self control?” She has a note of hysteria in her acidic voice. Her friend shakes their head quickly.

“Of course not!” They squeal. The girl wrinkles her nose and sniffs at the chocolate.

“Don’t you know how many calories are in that?” She sneers. The head of her friend jerks form side to side. “Clearly; that’s obviously why you’re eating it then.”

Glaring at them all she stands and picks up her bag. Taking a sweeping look around her group she turns and leaves. Marching through the crowd she makes her way to class; a proud feeling swells in her chest at her self control; knowing that they will never understand or achieve it. She is just so much better than them all; knowing she doesn’t need such a trivial thing as food.