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Chapter #7

Scaredy-Cat Carey

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"Ms. Spades! Hi! I didn't know you were already on campus, oh, I'm so glad you're h-here... Are you alright?" The voice, always slightly nervous sounding, belonged to one little Ms. Carey Allore- Although little may not have been the best adjective. Ally had spent her entire career at Buttercombe dealing with various girls on multiple occasions, and was not unaware of the school's constant fattening effects on it's students, HOWEVER, Carey came to the school... Well, pre-fattened. A wobbling mass of hypochondriac timidness, Carey Allore was the exact reason schools felt they needed school nurses, because heaven forbid a teacher actually deals with the bullshit that some students would come up with. "Umm... Maybe you should sit down, you look a little flushed..." Carey continued, actually going so far as to tug on Ally's sleeve- who had yet to stop grinding her teeth in frustration. Still, unable (and unwilling) to find a safe way out of the situation, Ally followed.

Carey was (of course) sitting by herself, yet most people passing by (well, maybe not at Buttercombe, but in everywhere else) most likely would've assumed that three or four people had been eating at the table. Carey may have been a timid, insecure hypochondriac, but she sure found her own coping mechanism: eating. And she was damn good at it. By the looks of it, she was about a quarter of the way through her meal, and Ally had seen her eat before- Carey would most likely finish before she did. Opting out of conversation, Ally began to dig into her own food, hoping that somehow, Carey would miraculously not feel the need to blabber on, allowing Ally to combat her hangover in peace- but of course, she was not allowed this small blessing.

"How has your summer been? I spent mine inside-" A pause, to jam an entire breakfast apple strudel into her mouth, before continuing "- I didn't want my allergies to kick up. Of course, as soon as I realized I needed to start building up my sickness tolerance for school, I started venturing outside every few days- I even went to the mall, can you believe it? There was this really great Chinese place, so of course I went it, but they wouldn't let me see the kitchen, and I can't eat at a place where I haven't seen the kitchen, so then I went..."

And so on and so forth.

As Carey rambled, Ally took in the Junior? Senior? No, definitely Junior. Year student... For a girl who cared so much about being in peak health, the girl definitely did not care about her figure. Short, straight black hair framed Carey's chubby cheeks, complete with two chins, verging on a third. Ally (correctly) assumed that Carey had continued her trend that she had observed throughout the past two years- eat away any anxiety she had, and it definitely showed on the girl's body. Carey wasn't a skinny thing by any means when she arrived, but now she was a fully-sized fatty, who Ally had no doubts could probably outsize a few of the more... "prominent" Senior girls. Although Carey seemed to have severe social interaction problems with her fellow students, she had no reserves when it came to Ally, dumping her problems and daily stories alike whenever she had Ally cornered, whether it be in her nurse's office or in a hallway. The girl looked almost comically stuffed into her uniform from last year, each button on the blouse barely holding back the fat contained behind it, leaving large oval shaped gaps in the uniform from which the girls white undershirt bulged through.

Ally pretended to listen- she was old hat at pretending to listen to Carey as she rambled, the girl clearly mixed up "physician" with "psychiatrist", and managed to scarf down most of her breakfast before Carey had finished hers, and made to stand, still having yet to acknowledge Carey, when she saw the girl stand up too. "Oh, are you going back up? I can grab you some more food, I'm gonna need a bit more too- Besides, I wasn't done telling you about my summer!"
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