Elizabeth Simon

It's the middle of the night. After a terribly depressing day, Liz can't sleep and all she can think of is sweets.

She sneaks downstairs and finds a gallon of vanilla ice cream. Her mother has outlawed night eating and eating her feelings, trying to get her weight down. But she is out of town for work. Step dad is usually a hard sleeper, and more forgiving if she does get caught.

She inhales the gallon of ice cream as she cries into the bucket.

You were awoken by the noise of her going downstairs and got up to investigate. All seemed quiet until you near Lizzy's room. You see the light through the door and hear what sounds like sobbing.

You enter her room to find Lizzy on the floor, leaning against her bed, she is taking the last bite of ice cream as tears running down her cheeks. Melted ice cream on her chin, running down her chest to the too small halter top she has on. She has thigh high sport socks and green short shorts that are almost hidden under her rolls of thigh and belly fat.