Chapter One


(Blair is in her room lying on her bed looking at a Vogue magazine. She turns the page and sighs at the people modeling clothes.)
B: I wish I could be this thin. (She stands up and looks at her own size eight figure in a mirror.) I'm hopelessly fat! I'll never fit in a size 4!!
(Jo walks in and sees Blair looking at herself in a mirror.)
J: (In disgust.) Get a life!
B: (Turns around.) Jo, do you think I'm fat? (Sits down on her bed.) Tell me the truth.
J: Blair, do you think I'm stupid? (She walks over and lays on her bed.)
B: (Looks in mirror again, then turns away disgusted. She picks up the magazine, looks at it for a second, then throws it at the mirror, knocking it off the table and shattering it. Jo jumps in suprise, then sits up on her bed.) They just... (Tears form in her eyes.) They stand there, as if they're mocking me... (She puts her head in her hands and sighs.) I'll never be perfect looking like this.
J: (Stands up looking suprised.) Blair Warner saying she's not perfect? Declare a national holiday!
B: (Looks up at her with tears rolling down her cheek.) It's not funny, Jo!
J: (Walks over to Blair's bed.) You aren't kidding, are you? (Sits down.) You aren't fat. Look at yourself, you wear, what, a ten?
B: You see? I wear an eight, Jo, an eight!
J: So, I wear a six, what's wrong with that?
B: Jo... I'm a Warner. (Emphasis on Warner.)
J: No, really!
B: Well, people... They expect certain things from us Warners. (Jo opens her mouth to make a wisecrack, but reconsiders.) You have to be perfect... (She bites her bottom lip for a second and looks down, then looks back up, almost pathetic.) I'm not.
J: Blair, those people starve themselves to look like that!
B: (Lifts her head a little.) Then I will, too.
J: Blair, people die from doing that!
B: So? At least I'll die thin! And anyway, who would care if I killed myself? You sure wouldn't!
J: Yes, I would! Blair, people around here don't like you just because of what you look like! Well, some of them do, but... Listen, we like you because you're a fun person to be around. We won't hate you just because you aren't as thin as those models.
B: You may not hate me, but I hate myself.
J: Blair, have you ever thought about going on a diet instead of starving yourself?
B: It might knock the weight off for a little while, but it won't keep it off. I'll have to turn anorexic to do that.
J: (Stands up and yells.) If you expect me to sit around watching my best friend starve herself to death, you're wrong! (Blair looks down.) Now, you have a good thing going here, and I'm not going to let you throw that away! And think about your friends! If you killed yourself on that stupid starvation diet, how would Tootie and Nat feel? (Starts pacing.) And what about me? I... I wouldn't have anyone to pick on, that's all... And... Blair I'd miss you, too. We may fight all the time, but I can admit, it wouldn't be the same around here without you. (Yells again.) So don't go messin' up your life and everyone else's around you because of a stupid dress size!
B: (Whispers.) I'm going to ask Mrs. Garret about some popular diets.
(She sniffs and wipes at her face. She stands up, then as she walks past Jo, Jo puts a hand on her shoulder.)
J: I'm sorry, Blair. But please, just promise me that you won't starve yourself.
B: (Shrugs her hand off.) Okay, I promise. (She turns around and Jo discovers that she had been crying the whole time.) Jo? Thanks for your concern. (She walks out the door, leaving an exasperated Jo picking up glass shards.)
(((Downstairs)))
(Blair runs down the stairs with tears in her eyes. Mrs. Garret is sitting on the couch, unnoticed by Blair. Blair starts pacing beside the door, her keys in her hand.)
B: I can't do this! I know I promised Jo, but... (Mrs. Garret looks at her.)
MG: Promised Jo what?
B: Oh... nothing. I'm going out. (Opens the door.)
MG: Where are you going?
B: (Pause.) I'm going to the library. Jo and I had a little argument, so don't tell her where I went, okay?
MG: Okay, but don't you think you should- (Blair walks out the door. Goodbye! (Jo runs down the stairs.)
J: Did I just hear a door slam?
MG: Blair left.
J: Where did she go? Mrs. G, why did you let her do it?
MG: She told me not to tell you, and... do what?
J: Leave! Mrs. G, she has the strangest idea that she's fat, and she's starting to scare me.
MG: What? Why?
J: (Sits down on the couch.) She talked about starving herself, but I talked her out of it... I hope...
MG: But how did she get the idea in her head that she's fat?
J: Reading a stupid magazine! She threw it a mirror and broke it. Mrs. G, is that something Blair would normally do?
MG: No, she usually doesn't break mirrors, she just looks in them. (Smiles at Jo.) Jo, I think both of you are over reacting. You'll calm down, she'll calm down, and you'll both realize it was just a big misunderstanding. I think Blair knows she's not fat, she's just going through a stage where she thinks she has to be perfect. She's not used to following the fashions, she's used to setting them, and I bet she think that if she was a little thinner, people would turn their attention back to her.
J: But why does she have to be the center of attention all the time?
MG: It's just the way she was raised. She's been the main attraction all her life, and she's not going to move over very easily. Now, you just give her time to cool off, and I bet things will be back to normal in no time.
J: But where did she go?
MG: The library. Now, Jo, you're not going to go over there ,are you?
J: Ahh... I'll wait for thirty minutes, if she's not back then, I'm going after her.
MG: Okay, but what are you going to do once you're there?
J: I... I don't know, I'll just see how she's feeling, I guess. You know, I really do care about her. (Raises a finger to Mrs. Garret.) And don't quote me on that, either!
MG: (Smiles.) I won't.
(((Blair's car)))
(Blair is driving quickly out of town with the music blaring as loud as it would go. She wipes away a tear as she pulls onto I-80, heading to Albany. It was 110 miles away, but she didn't care.)
B: Maybe I'll have a wreck on the way over there and die...
(She sees a small, blurred building in the distance. She then remembers it was a toll road. Right before she gets there, she notices a rest stop. She pulls over, turns the car off, and cries.
(((5 mintutes later)))
(Blair looks up slowly. *What am I doing here?* she thinks. *Why am I acting so stupid? Running away isn't going to solve my problems, I'm just going to have to face them. I need to go to the library and look up some of those diets. Or... Maybe somehow I can eat my normal food, and still lose weight!* She wipes away her tears, starts the car again, and heads back to Peekskill.)
(((Over Our Heads)))
J: (Smiles.) Thank you, come again! (The customer walks out of the store.)
MG: (Walks up to the door and flips the sign to closed.) So, Jo-
J: Bye, Mrs. G! (She jumps over the counter and starts to head out the door.)
MG: Wait a minute... Where are you going?
J: I'm going to see how Blair's doing, it's been an hour!
MG: (Sighs.) Okay. But hurry back.
J: Sure, bye. (She walks out the door.)
MG: (Smiles and shakes her head.) That girl is-
J: (Runs back in.) Forgot my keys. (She grabs them off the table and runs back out.)
MG: (Laughs.) I don't quite know what she is, but whatever it is, she's it!
(Commercial)

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We are the Muldrow Bulldog quiz bowl team
We're gonna beat old Sallisaw with the lead
We're gonna squish 'em
And squash 'em
And roll 'em around!
All with the sound of the BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
Bulldogs!

"1st in county may be great, but next year we are taking state!" Kenzie R.

WIN-LOSE RATIO
9 - 1

~*Danielle, Captain of the Muldrow quiz bowl team*~
<3 ya!

It's gr8, D! Oh, and, "First in county may be great, but this year we ARE taking state!" Bring on the *long pause while Kenzie fast forwards* Tyros, Neophytes, and Sallisaw!

And finish, please!

Post more soon.This is good. http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gif

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"You're born,you move on,you die,that's life."-Jo
Nancy McKeon is #1!!

YES YES YES YES YES Its about time you posted
it ive been waitting for you to post this forever I love it!!!!! You better post more soon.

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Its my life!This is
who I am!And you tell me
it does'nt matter!
-Jinny
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If you want something bad
enough you go after it no
matter what the outcome may be
-My Quote
~~~~~~
"Love beliver
So take the love He's giving to you
A love receiver
Cause everything He's
Promised is true
Love beliver
Listen to the song that I
sing
You are the child of the
King"
-Love Beliver.
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Be a good girl(why be a good girl?)be a good girl
(why be a good girl?)she
is a see-saw seeing if it
matters she is a game of
Chutes and Laders.
be a good girl (why be a good girl?)
she needs the one who wrote the definition of
a love without condition
be a good girl.
-Good Girl.

[This message has been edited by BlairandJo (edited 07-05-2001).]

ooo! that awsome! post more soon http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gif

It's really good so far. :-)

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"You're old, you're ugly, you live with it!

Yay D you finally posted more of it!!!! I LOVE it. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeze post more?! PLEEEEEZE PLEEEEEZE PLEEEEZE!!!!!

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(-: Sourbabie :-)

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"If you touch my ass one more time, I'll kick yours." - Jinny Exstead

"Nice girls don't throw trees!" - Jo Polniaczek

Hello, my name is Sourbabie and I'm an ERoholic and a The Divsionoholic.

Do you know that real eyes realize real lies?

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This is the longest comercial I've ever sat through. http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gifJ/K

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"You're born,you move on,you die,that's life."-Jo
Nancy McKeon is #1!!

Originally posted by Wild Child:
This is the longest comercial I've ever sat through. http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gifJ/K


LOL how true. Really good story

D

Now, Dannielle, hold your horses! I'll get the next chapter posted 2day, and all y'all better like it, too!

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Listen to this... Okay, one of my friends is quoted saying this about Brookshire Rowe...

Hey Brookshire is doing 100% better they called this morning and said he was going to make it they thought and my mom went up there and they did surgery and now he is 100% better

Isn't that great!!! :::sigh::: Now all that's wrong with him is that he doesn't have a leg... Well, I gotta be thankful that he lived. It's thanks to everyone's prayers, so thank you, everyone!

~*Danielle, Quiz Bowl Captain*~

I know I will Like it.This story its Gr8.It
was well worth the many long months of waitting.Post more;o)

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Its my life!This is
who I am!And you tell me
it does'nt matter!
-Jinny
~~~~~~~
If you want something bad
enough you go after it no
matter what the outcome may be
-My Quote
~~~~~~
"Love beliver
So take the love He's giving to you
A love receiver
Cause everything He's
Promised is true
Love beliver
Listen to the song that I
sing
You are the child of the
King"
-Love Beliver.
~~~~~~~
Be a good girl(why be a good girl?)be a good girl
(why be a good girl?)she
is a see-saw seeing if it
matters she is a game of
Chutes and Laders.
be a good girl (why be a good girl?)
she needs the one who wrote the definition of
a love without condition
be a good girl.
-Good Girl.

Here's the next chapter!!!

(((Blair's car)))
B: (Mumbles to herself.) Okay, so maybe I have time to go back to the library and look some things up before it closes. As long as it doesn't take longer than an hour, I'm fine. (She passes by a Sonic and slows down.) Well, if I'm gonna stop eating, one last meal won't hurt... (She pulls in.)
(((Jo's car)))
J: (Pulls into the library parking lot as the sun is setting.) Okay, Blair, where are you? You said you'd be here... (She sees Blair pull into the parking lot. Jo parks her car and jumps out as Blair heads up to the doors.) Blair, where have you been? Mrs. G's been worried about you!
B: (Holds up a chicken strip.) I got hungry, is that a crime?
J: Oh, uh... Okay, I guess I'm glad to see you aren't starving yourself. See ya. (She turns around and heads back to her car.)
B: Okay, buh-bye! (She walks in as Jo's car pulls away. Blair sighs.) I'm glad I went and got something to eat, that's my safest alabi right now. If I could make them think I'm eating, and get rid of the food... That's it... I've got to see what that's called! (She runs into the library.)
(((The house)))
J: I'm back, Mrs. G. (She sees her sitting on the couch, asleep, and stops. She tiptoes up to her room.)
(((The library)))
B: (Whispers.) Bulimia- a continuous, abnormal hunger... Maybe that's what I have... (She types in more.) Oh my gosh, people have died from this. But why? (She types in more.) They threw it up? (Looks disgusted, then an exited look comes over her face.) Maybe I can, too. Only not on such a big scale! Yes!
Librarian: (Walks up to her.) Sorry, but we're closing.
B: Oh, okay. (She gets up and leaves, feeling a little better from her recent discovery.)
(((The house)))
B: (She walks in to see Mrs. G. cooking dinner.) Dinner at 7?
MG: Oh, Blair, you're back. I fell asleep, I stayed up too late last night reading. Did you have fun at the library?
B: Oh, I found out some pretty neat things. I have to go change, Mrs. Garret, be back in time to eat! (She says, a little rushed, so Mrs. Garret couldn't ask what she learned. She runs up the stairs, and Mrs. G shakes her head. Upstairs, she runs into Jo.)
J: Blair, I've been thinkin... If you were at the library looking for diets, why were you at the Sonic getting a Chicken Strip Snack? I mean, that thing is a lot more fattening than what you've been eating lately, and I don't get it!
B: Jo, leave me alone, please. I'm in a good mood, and seeing you will spoil it.
J: Well, excuse me, Miss Throw-a-Mirror-and-Leave-Me-To-Pick-Up-the-Pieces!
B: Oh, I'm sorry about that, I wasn't in a good mood.
J: (Yells.) Well, I'm not in a good mood now, can I break this clock? (She grabs a clock off the wall and starts to throw it, but Blair catches her hand and grabs the clock.)
B: Jo! What are you so mad over? I mean, I'm sorry for breaking the mirror, but the bad luck goes to the person who broke it, not the one who owned it! Oh, I know what was wrong. That was your only mirror you've ever had, and even though you never use it, you think it could be handy for scouting out vampires. Am I right?
J: Why you... (She brings back her hand to punch Blair, and as it curves towards her face, Blair brings up the clock, and Jo's hand smashes right into it, shattering glass.) Oh, G**! Blair!
B: Oh my gosh, Jo, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, honest! I'm gonna go get Mrs. Garret, you go into the bathroom so you won't bleed on the carpet, okay?
J: Oh, so all you care about is the carpet, is that it?
B: (Her face is pale, and her voice is weak and shaking.) Jo, just go in the bathroom, please.
J: Fine! (She walks into the bathroom holding her bleeding hand.
B: (Yells.) Mrs. Garret! (She starts to run down the stairs as Mrs. G. is walking up them.) Mrs. Garret, Jo was mad at me, and she punched me, only it wasn't me, it was the clock, and now her hand is bleeding and the clock is broken!
MG: (Stares with her mouth open.) Is she all right? (Yells upstairs.) Jo?
J: (Walks out of the room holding a wash rag against her hand.) Yeah, Mrs. G?
MG: Are you okay?
J: Oh, yeah, I just got some glass in my hand, that's all.
B: (Runs up to her.) Oh, Jo, I'm so sorry, I never meant to do that to you!
J: Oh, no, it's okay, Blair, but ya should have let me punch your face instead! Look, I'm all right! (Shows Blair her hand, which has little glass fragments in the knuckles.) I don't know why you made such a big deal, although I think I can make a big deal out of it now... (Gives Blair a "look.")
B: (Acts like she didn't hear.) Oh, Jo, that's so gross! (Her face is still pale.) Mrs. Garret, is dinner ready yet? (Starts walking down the stairs, feeling sick to her stomach, but trying to act normal.) I'm hungry.
MG: Yes, it's ready. Blair, are you okay?
B: Uhh, oh, yeah. (Tries to cover.) I just haven't had anything to eat since breakfast, and I guess I'm a little weak.
MG: Okay, help yourself, I'm going to get this glass out of Jo's hand, since I know how much she hates hospitals.
J: (Glares at Blair.) And anyone that tries to put me there.
B: (Mumbles.) Oh, yeah, sorry. (Walks down the stairs. Jo and Mrs. G. walk into the bathroom, and Mrs. Garret gets the tweezers out. She goes to work on Jo's hand.)
J: Mrs. G, Blair did eat something today. She didn't eat lunch, that I know of, but she had some chicken strips about 30 minutes ago. Why would she say she hadn't eaten?
MG: I don't know, Jo. Maybe she was still-
J: (Grimaces.) Ouch!
MG: Sorry, Jo, tell me when it starts to hurt. Maybe she was still hungry.
J: But why would she lie, though? She does a lot of other things I don't understand, and probably never will, but would she lie?
MG: Maybe she had a lot on her mind, and forgot. There, you're done. You might want to put some band-aids on, you'll be bleeding for a while.
J: Okay, thanks, Mrs. G. (Mrs. G. leaves, and Jo puts on some band-aids and follows her.)
(((Downstairs)))
(Blair is sitting down at the table along with everyone else, just picking at her food. Her sick spell earlier had reminded her of her plan, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to follow-through or not. But when she saw the delicious looking food on her plate, and felt the temptation to eat it, she knew she had to do it. She began to eat, and didn't stop until she finished off everything on her plate. *After all,* she thought, *it won't matter how much I eat, it won't stay in my stomach long enough to turn into fat!*)
B: Well, I'm tired, I'm going to bed. Goodnight, all!
All: (Ad-lib.) Goodnight!
(Blair walks upstairs and right into the bathroom. She didn't want to do it at night, because it might wake someone up. *They shouldn't be able to hear me from downstairs... At least, I hope not.* She takes a deep breath, and shoves her finger down her throat...)

It's not much, but it kind of builds up the whole story, so I guess it'll be okay. I'll make up for it by writing a bunch next time!


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Listen to this... Okay, one of my friends is quoted saying this about Brookshire Rowe...

Hey Brookshire is doing 100% better they called this morning and said he was going to make it they thought and my mom went up there and they did surgery and now he is 100% better

Isn't that great!!! :::sigh::: Now all that's wrong with him is that he doesn't have a leg... Well, I gotta be thankful that he lived. It's thanks to everyone's prayers, so thank you, everyone!

~*Danielle, Quiz Bowl Captain*~

I knew I'd like the next chapter.POST MORE
SOON;o)
Oh yeah Please;o)

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Its my life!This is
who I am!And you tell me
it does'nt matter!
-Jinny
~~~~~~~
If you want something bad
enough you go after it no
matter what the outcome may be
-My Quote
~~~~~~
"Love beliver
So take the love He's giving to you
A love receiver
Cause everything He's
Promised is true
Love beliver
Listen to the song that I
sing
You are the child of the
King"
-Love Beliver.
~~~~~~~
Be a good girl(why be a good girl?)be a good girl
(why be a good girl?)she
is a see-saw seeing if it
matters she is a game of
Chutes and Laders.
be a good girl (why be a good girl?)
she needs the one who wrote the definition of
a love without condition
be a good girl.
-Good Girl.

gr8! http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/eek.gif can't wait for more!

C'mon, D, post more! If you don't... I'll glare at you! I'll do the tongue thing that makes you turn your head! I'll blackmail you about Super 8! Oh, never mind... PWEASE?

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"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps not record of wrong doings. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

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"El amor es paciente, el amor es amable. No envidia, no se jacta, no es orgulloso. No es grosero, no es de buscar auto, no es enojado fácilmente, mantiene no registro de la injusticia hace. El amor no se deleita en la mal, pero en rejoices con la verdad. Siempre protege, siempre confianza, siempre esperanzas, siempre perseveres." 1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

†ß† Kenzie †ß†

OMG! I luv it. You gotta post more!

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(-: Sourbabie :-)

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"If you touch my ass one more time, I'll kick yours." - Jinny Exstead

"Nice girls don't throw trees!" - Jo Polniaczek

Hello, my name is Sourbabie and I'm an ERoholic and a The Divsionoholic.

"That sugarcane that tasted good. That cinnamon that's Hollywood. C'mon, c'mon, no one can see you cry. . ." - Imitation of Life by REM

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Okay, a little more of the story, not much, but I added a little bit of humor in some twisted quoting that took me forever to write, bcuz it confused me, too!

Chapter Three

(Jo comes upstairs after she finishes eating and finds Blair sitting beside the bathroom door crying. Jo walks up to her kneels down beside her, and puts her non-bandaged hand on her shoulder.)
J: (Softly.) Hey, Blair, what's wrong?
B: (Sniffs.) I... I... (Covers.) I can't believe I ate the whole thing!
J: (Tried to hide a smile as *Mama mia, that's a spicy meatball!* runs through her head.) Blair, don't worry. No matter what you say, you aren't fat! Look, Blair. I'm going to try to see this from your point of view. I think I'm fat-
B: Know, you know you're fat.
J: I'm not fat! Oh, wait, you're talking about me talking about me being you, right?
B: Uh, if thats the way you think you should put it, I guess so...
J: Sorry. Okay, I know I'm fat, and-
B: You think I'm fat, too?
J: (Getting annoyed.) Blair, would you just listen? I know I'm fat, well, the me talking about me being you, and my friend Jo, that's the me being you talking about me, thinks that I'm not, which I... the me, think that you the you aren't fat... the fat. Understand?
B: (Looks confused.) I think I'm gonna go to bed now, thanks anyway, Jo... the Jo.
J: (Sighs, annoyed that her carefully thought-out speech wasn't understood by her roomate, but not really mad.) Well, this Jo the Jo thinks that you the annoying blond should run for your life! (Blair stands up quickly and tries to run to bed, but she stops suddenly and holds onto the wall.) Blair, you okay? (Blair quickly lets go and carefully walks to her bed, but doesn't say anything.) Blair, did you hear me?
B: Oh, what? Oh, yeah, me too.
J: What? Blair, I said, did you hear me, not whatever you thought I said.
B: Oh, yeah. Okay, well, I'm going to bed, goodnight.
(Tootie and Natalie come into the room.)
T: Goodnight everyone, I'm tired.
N: (Stares at Tootie with a mock-stern look on her face.) Did you brush your teeth? I don't remember you brushing your teeth!
T: Well neither did you! (They continue arguing all the way into the bathroom. Blair flops herself onto her bed.)
J: (Jo sits down on the bed beside her.) I don't know why I'm so worried, Blair, but I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me what's wrong.
B: I'm dizzy and my ears are ringing, you happy? Goodnight.
J: (She feels like she should ask why, but doesn't.) Well, hope you feel better. (She grabs some pj's and goes off to change.)
B: (Pulls the covers over her head, and whispers.) One day down, another week until I'm thin!


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I'm the self appointed moderator around here, so y'all had better not argue while I'm around! Anytime y'all argue, I report it to Coily2 or TJ (I have his email address... MUAHAHAHAHA!!!), and y'all are gonna be in trouble!!! :P Seriously, I don't like fighting, so plz don't, or I will report ya. Thanx for your co-operation!

~*Danielle, Muldrow Quiz Bowl Captain*~

I love it Please post more.Please;o)

this is goin gr8! post more soon! http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gif

So if you were to be me you'd be thinking you hope you'd post more soon, ko? kk. lol

I just started reading this, it's great!

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Jo: Partners? You mean 50-50? Uh, 50-50-50-50-50?
Blair: Good, Jo, we'll let you do the books!

If ignorance is bliss, why aren't there more happy people?

Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.

*^*^*~~~God Bless~~~*^*^*

LOL, thanxzies, y'all! S (that's yer nick name, sue z q), total lol, that's exactly how I would put it if I was you being me... yeah, that actually made sense! Check out my siggy, too! g2g, my contacts are drying out and my back hurts...

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12-step program for people having problems with chattering on constently when posting will be up soon, so be lookin for it! Speaking of looking for things, picking tobasco peppers... Ugh! My back hurts, my fingers hurt- yes, I was really picking them- my nose even hurts! Well, that's been hurting since yesterday, but... Maybe I shouldn't be running this website...

~*Danielle, off topic queen, with my side-kick, sue z q!*~

Originally posted by BlairW_1:
LOL, thanxzies, y'all! S (that's yer nick name, sue z q), total lol, that's exactly how I would put it if I was you being me... yeah, that actually made sense! Check out my siggy, too! g2g, my contacts are drying out and my back hurts...



This is S checking in to say post more soon and to try out my new sig. http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gif

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Jo: Partners? You mean 50-50? Uh, 50-50-50-50-50?
Blair: Good, Jo, we'll let you do the books!

Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.

And from your two resident off-topic queens, Danielle and I, who are still looking for that 12 step program by the way:

*^*^*~~~God Bless~~~*^*^*

[This message has been edited by sue z q (edited 07-14-2001).]

You are not stoping there I waited ages for this.Please post more SOON.I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!;o)

This is really, really, really good ! Can't wait until you post the next chapter !

hurry! This is good! You need to post more!

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--Dana
Actressgrl7@aol.com

Blair: I just had another one of my brilliant ideas!!!!!

Just to let everybody know, she posted a message on the ChitChat board saying that she's away somehwere, so she's not here to post more, but when she gets back, I'm sure she will!

Sorry it's so stupid, but I've been in a partial block...

(((The next day)))
(When Blair woke up, she was feeling hungry, but that didn't matter. She was going to be thin! She stood up slowly this time, not wanting the events of last night to happen again. Glad when they didn't, she went into the bathroom to change. When she looked into the mirror she was shocked.)
B: Oh my goodness... (She looks and sees her pale skin, and dark, sunken in eyes.) This could be harder than I thought. A little make-up can fix this, no problem. (She gets to work.)
(((Later)))
(When everyone was ready to eat breakfast, Blair was just coming out of the bathroom.)
J: Hey, Blair, what took you so long? (She looks her over.) You're your normal, hideous self, I suppose it took ya longer than usual, for some strange reason. I guess the guilt of hurting my hand is too much for ya, huh?
B: What? (Remembers Jo's injury.) Oh, that, yeah, that's it.
J: Oh, okay... (Suprised.) Well, let's go eat, I'm starved.
B: (Mutters.) Huh, you're talkin...
N: What?
B: Oh, nothing.
N: Okay, but Blair, you haven't been your normal, self-absorbed self lately. You've been, well... nice! I guess that's what you would call it, but I don't think I've ever seen it from you.
B: Hey, Natalie, don't you think you should leave insulting me to Jo?
N: (Apparently confused.) Uh, yeah, okay.
B: Look, let's go eat and get it over with.
T: Get what over with?
J: Alright already, nevermind, let's eat! (They all head downstairs.)
(((The table)))
B: (Eats about half of her food, then stands up.) Well, I'm going to go get ready for school. (Sees no one paying attention to her.) Upstairs... All by myself... (Sighs.) Bye. (Walk upstairs.)
N: Mrs. Garret, what's wrong with her?
MG: I don't know, Natalie, she's certainly acting strange... especially since this is a Saturday...
N: I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to go check it out. (Stands up.)
MG: (Reproachfully.) Natalie...
N: What? Mrs. Garret, it's my room too, and anyway, I want to see what's wrong with Blair.
MG: Well, okay... If you think you should...
N: Thanks, Mrs. Garret. (Natalie goes upstairs after her. She goes into her room, and hears some shuffling in the bathroom. She looks in and watches the scene that's unfolding before her... Blair takes in a deep breath, then sticks her finger in her throat to gag herself.) Stop!
B: (Jumps.) Natalie, what are you doing in here?
N: Trying to find out what you're doing, and now I don't think I want to know... Wait, I do, spill it!
B: Well, I... You see... Natalie, I was looking for a good, quick way to lose weight, and, well, this is it. There's no harm, as long as I'm careful.
N: You know, you shouldn't be doing this at all! It causes stomach problems, potassium depletion, and rotten teeth! (Quietly.) Do you want all this to happen to you?
B: (Looks down.) Natalie, promise you won't tell anyone, please. I'll be careful, just let me lose some weight. (Looks up with desperation in her eyes and whispers hoarsely...) You can't tell anyone...
N: (Frightened by the look on Blair's face.) I... Okay, Blair, but you have to promise me that you'll be careful, and if you ever feel sick at all... well, sicker than you probably feel when you throw up... tell me! Because I really should tell Mrs. Garret, you know, but I'm doing this for you.
B: (Smiles.) Thanks, Nat, I knew you'd do the right thing.
N: Whatever you say, Blair. By the way, everyone knows you aren't getting ready for school, so don't bother.
B: What? How do they know?
N: Blair, it's a Saturday.
B: Oh... Well, I knew that! Um, is everyone going to want an explanation when you go down?
N: When I go down? What about you? (Blair gives her a "look") Ohh... What can I tell them?
B: How about this: Blair's feeling sick again, but don't tell her I told you, because she told me not to tell, or, you know, something to that effect to make it more believable.
N: Okay, but if Tootie accidentally finds out, don't blame me!
B: Oh, I won't, as long as it's a good accident, not a bad one.
N: Oh, you can count on me, I won't tell anyone. (Heads downstairs.)
B: Well, here we go...
(((Downstairs)))
T: Hey, Nat, what's up with Blair?
N: She's, uh, sick.
J: Still?
MG: (Looks at Jo.) What do you mean, still?
J: Oh, last night she was a little dizzy, you know, just that kind of stuff.
N: (Looks alarmed.) Really? Was that the only time you saw her acting like that?
J: Well, now that I think about it, she was kind of acting strange after I had hurt my hand, like she just wanted to get away from it and eat.
N: (Pause.) Oh, okay...
MG: How sick is she, Natalie? Maybe I should go up and-
N: No! (Everyone stares.) I mean, she was really sick, dizzy and stuff, and she's probably asleep now.
T: Uh, sure, Nat. Look, I'm gonna go get ready, I have a date with Jeff later, and I want to look good.
N: Uh, upstairs?
T: Yes, that's where my room is, which is connected to the bathroom, where my makeup is, which is where I shall transform into my beautiful self once again. Buh-bye! (Walks upstairs.)
N: (Whispers to Jo.) Has she been taking lessons from Blair?
J: I dunno, scary, isn't it?
N: You got that right... Wait... What if Tootie wakes Blair up?
J: So, what's the big deal?
MG: Well, I think Blair will understand, after all, she's been out on important dates, too.
N: No, you don't understand! I... I'm gonna go up there and make sure Tootie leaves her alone. (Goes upstairs and finds Tootie in the bathroom fixing her makeup.) Tootie, did you wake Blair up?
T: No, I was really quiet. Nat, I'm worried about Blair. She hasn't been herself lately, and she looks pale.
N: (Weakly smiles.) Oh, I'm sure she'll be okay, maybe she has the flu or something.
T: Well, I just hope it's nothing serious.
N: (Looks down.) Uh, yeah, me too.
T: Nat, you okay?
N: Oh, yeah, I'm fine.
T: Well, okay... I'm going downstairs, you coming?
N: Give me a second, okay? I'll be there in a minute.
T: Okay. (Goes downstairs.)
N: (Walks over to Blair's bed.) Blair, get up, I know you aren't asleep. (Blair stays still, and Nat shakes her.) Blair, this isn't funny, get up. (Blair still doesn't move.) Blair? (She feels her heartbeat, and finds it really slow.) Oh my G**... Hold on, Blair, I'll get Mrs. Garret. (Runs downstairs.) Mrs. Garret, I'm sorry, I know I should have told you, but Blair's bulimic, and she's been getting rid of her food after she eats it, and now she's upstairs passed out, and don't kill me for not telling you this, okay?
MG: (Stands up.) What? Natalie, how could you not tell me that, do you know how serious it is?
N: (Now has tears running down her face.) Yes! I wanted to tell you, but Blair made me promise not to!
J: Excuse me, but while you're yakking, Blair's upstairs passed out, is there anyway she could get some help?
MG: Jo, you call an ambulence, Natalie, come with me.
T: I'm going up there with you, I can afford to miss a date. (To Jo.) When Jeff comes, tell him what happened, okay?
J: (Dialing.) Sure. (Everyone else goes upstairs.)

Chapter Four

(((Upstairs)))
(Mrs. Garret reaches Blair first, and sits down on Blair's bed with a hand over her mouth.)
MG: Blair? (Gently shakes her hand.) Blair, please, wake up.
T: (Face is pale.) Blair?
N: (Sits down heavily on her bed.) Oh, G**, it's all my fault...
T: Nat, don't think like that. You were just trying to protect Blair, you didn't know it would hurt her.
N: Tootie, yes I did! I knew all the dangers, I told her about them, but she didn't listen! And I didn't try to stop her! (Crying.)
T: (Sits down beside Nat and puts a hand on her back.) Hey, it's okay. Don't worry about it, Nat, Jo's calling an ambulance.
J: (Comes upstairs in a hurry.) The ambulance is on it's... (Sees Blair.) way... I, uh... I'm goin back downstairs to wait, okay? (Points behind her, then walks downstairs.)
N: I'm going with Jo, I can't stay up here... (Walks downstairs. Tootie walks over to Mrs. Garret.)
T: What will happen to her?
MG: (Shakes her head.) I don't know, Tootie. What I can't understand is, why did Blair do this to herself? (Looks up at Tootie.)
T: Hey, Mrs. Garret, don't worry about it. She'll be okay.

Okay, that's all that's written now, I just copied and pasted so I have no idea where that is, but... :::sigh::: I was out in the 107 degree heat too long yesterday...


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~*Danielle, off topic queen, with my side-kick, sue z q!*~

Its a 107 by you!!!!Lucky its twice that hot here.I love this story post more soon;o)

post more! I love this story!

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Blair: I just had another one of my brilliant ideas!!!!!

finish this, its great so far!!!!

Cassie

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What do we want MORE!

When do we want it NOW!

Please post more,Please;o)

Hey, y'all, I'd totally forgotten about this thread! Well, I'll be workin on it, I'll try to get it 2 you b4 school starts again! :) Arrivederci, le ragazze e gli individui! (that's italian, in honor of The Last Mafia Marriage!)

I love it! I`m glad it revolves around Blair. I`m fat too, that should be my story. lol. I take a size 10. :( :( :( :( :( :

Originally posted by LisaWhelchelFan
I love it! I`m glad it revolves around Blair. I`m fat too, that should be my story. lol. I take a size 10. :( :( :( :( :( :

I also take a size 10 but the pants im waring now are a 9.Im just the same as you only a year older.

danielle...ur back! (i think ive posted this many times...) well obviously ur back..i mean ur posting and all that...so anyway i really luv this ff...its really good!!! soooo anyway wut im attempting to say is that i reeeally hope u add more asap cause...well this ff is awsome! :D

:) Hey, Kerri! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm BACK!!!! LoL, I'm getting off right now to write on this, I'm hoping to have more tonight, wish me luck!!! Well, I think I'm gonna get 900 posts b4 I sign off... no, make that 899, I want my 900th post to be this! adios, mi chicas y chicos!