Alison was coming back from her therapy session in Manhattan, she had been gone for a few hours, not like anyone noticed. She didn't talk to people allt hat much. She sighed, she wondered if people woudl talk to her more if she was prettier? Skinnier? She took the thought out of her head. No, she couldn't think like that. People liked her for who she was, not the unhealthy her that could kill her.
She was simply walking along when she bumped into someone.. or something, she couldn't tell."S-Sorry about that..." she trailed rubbing the back of her neck. Hopefully they wouldn't yell at her too much.