I don’t really know how it happened. It was just one of those things where I woke up one day and someone who has a lot of friends found the picture. Brandon and I started to go crazy one night when we tried to finish a 100 page magazine in a week and never slept. We thought it was a good idea to have a spread in the magazine about how crazy we went from lack of sleep. Our journalism teacher disagreed and we ended up dropping the spread. We still have the pictures and the memories though, so I made the best of it and put the pictures on CricketSoda.

This one picture stood out from the rest. A few pictures we never published, because they involved Brandon’s little sister, and it is too early in her life to screw it up by putting her picture up on the net. But this one picture stood out real bad. It was of Brandon at 4 in the morning, with no shirt, a rolling pin in one hand and his little sisters doll in the other. He stood with a crazed look on his face read to beat the doll into nothing more than fluffy sad little kid toy trash. This one picture has always been on CricketSoda some way or another, and until this last week, was something the readers of CricketSoda enjoyed. Then someone who had a online diary decided to use the picture and make fun of Brandon.

Brandon found the picture and yelled at the guy who posted it. It was all funny and we had a laugh. The next day while I was checking the stats for CricketSoda I found that tons of people have been finding CricketSoda while searching for anorexia. Then the wildfire began.

Now Brandon is famous in the world of anorexia. His pale skinny body is now used in universities teaching the students about the effects of not eating. Many people use it in their term papers and on their informative websites. Search for anorexia on Google images or Altavista, MSN and many of the other huge mega websites around now, and you will find Brandon, looking crazy, and now popular, ready to strike, putting fear in little kids, making mothers worry about letting their kids walk down to the store because the skinny white boy might jump out wearing nothing but his soiled underwear. The funny thing is, he is such a freak about his personal hygiene. So his underwear would be cleaner than anyone’s, and the little kids would love him, because instead of hitting the doll he would have given it to them. No matter what anyone would think, it would have any dirt on it, and would be perfect for the kid. No body loves the skinny kid, who eats more than any fat kid I have ever known. No body loves the skinny kid.

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