"Sarah, breakfast!" A woman's voice called.
What the hell was going on?
She headed down the stairs. "There you are, Sarah," the woman said, putting a gigantic plate of eggs down on the table. They were strangely compelling to Sarah. As a cheerleader, a popular pretty girl, there was pressure to keep thin. Keeping thin often meant eating like a bird. She couldn't remember the last time she'd let loose.
She could go for just a few bites...that wouldn't hurt, would it?
