Yes. Another Aelita story. Something to work on while I try and think up something for "All's Fair". Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. I think I'm gonna like writing this one. Also for the most part this is going to be in Aelita's POV unless stated otherwise.

"Miss Stones?"

I glanced up from my book, my face growing red as the laugh of my classmates echoed around me. "Y-Yes?"

"Miss Stones, I asked if you would solve the problem on the board," Mrs. Meyer answered rather sternly. "In fact, I asked several times, and we don't exactly have all day."

I jumped from the stool, rushing to the front of the classroom and grabbing a small piece of chalk from the tray. The equation was no problem, and I had scribbled out the entire solving process in less than a minute, circling my answer at the bottom of the board and throwing down the chalk. I turned to face Mrs. Meyer, glaring. "Done."

"That's correct," the teacher answered almost automatically. It was pointless to make me answer the problem, knowing full well I would get it right. I took my seat, returning to my dazed state. I could sense Jeremie watching me, but ignored him. It wasn't until the bell rang that I acknowledged him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worry in his eyes. I managed a week smile.

"Yeah. Just a little moody." I grabbed my bag, giving him a small reassuring kiss on the cheek. "I think I'm going to go lay down for a little while."

"What about dinner?"

"I'm not very hungry," I answered, jamming my hands into my pockets.

Jeremie's face quickly grew serious. "Are you feeling alright? You never skip dinner."

I gave him a weak smile. "Just not very hungry."

He sighed, kissing my forehead. "Okay. I'll bring you a snack later."

We parted ways, him heading towards the lunchroom and me making my way towards the dorm entrance. There was a small group of students gathered around the message board, where Milly was pinning up a brightly coloured sheet of paper. "What's going on?" I asked, not really speaking to anyone.

"There's another physical scheduled for this weekend," Mathias answered, grinning. "I'm gonna pass this time. I've been working out." He flexed his non-existent muscles and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

'Another physical?' A knot formed in my stomach and I felt like I was going to be sick. I wasn't ready for another physical. Not after what Yolande said before. I turned on my heels, running up to my room. "You better not have gained any more weight, Aelita," I muttered angrily to myself. "Five more pounds and you'll be overweight."

I threw open the door to my room and looked around, my ears burning from the frustration. I didn't look fat. I didn't feel fat. Nobody ever told me I was fat or even close to it. According to the stupid doctors though, I was on the path to obesity. I let out a frustrated yell, fighting with the snaps on my jumper before my dress finally fell to the floor. I pulled off my hoodie, kicked off my boots, and threw on my nightgown, hoping to get some sleep. I froze, catching my reflection in the mirror that hung on the inside of my wardrobe door.

I turned from side to side, scowling. "I'm not fat. I'm not even close. Just a little bit of a pudge."

I poked at my belly. Sure, it wasn't flat like Sissi's or Yumi's. I would never even consider wearing shirts that exposed my navel. Not since the Subdigital's concert two years ago. My body had changed since then. But I refused to be called fat. I slammed the door shut and threw myself down on my bed. I knew Yolande would give me a better score this time. I had been making sure of it.

And thus begins another dramatic Aelita story. This one should be a little easier for me to write, and I hope you guys like it. Everyone review and let me know what you think! Your criticism is my best motivation.