Part One of My Short Story
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I turn my head down and look at the toes of my shoes. My new shoes, the maroon, Limited Edition converse I'd been waiting for since, forever. They remind me of Stefan, the look on his face when I opened the box and saw the shoes I'd been dying to get.
Not that they matter. Why should they now that Maggie just poured the school's split pea soup all over them?
I don't let them see me seeth with anger, or let them see my blink away tears. It was wierd, the tears made me even more enraged, that I was weak for crying, that I should, but couldn't stand up to Maggie.
As I look down at the soupy toes of my shoes, I imagine a great valley sloping downward, getting darker and murkier as it goes. And I was standing on the edge of that valley. And it seemed just one more thing would make me fall.
I brought my head up and shoved my way past Maggie and her new boy-toy Kevin, stumbling to the bathroom, the tears just starting to well over.
Who was I kidding. The mask I had put on so carefully everyday, careful to make sure the cracks were covered, the make-up was perfect, was being stripped away. I could see it crumbling as I looked in the mirror and dabbed at my eyes.
I was falling down the valley, and there was no one to help.
I got home and flopped onto the couch, letting hot tears jet down my cheeks in maskara black streaks. My chest rose and fell with my ragged sobs, but I shook my head. I couldn't fall apart, break down. I was only seventeen. I had my whole life ahead of me, and it was only four o'clock. Enough time to finish my history homework and work off some of the FAILure Weight.
I plowed quickly through, making sure there were no mistakes and went down to the place I felt I could make everything right.
My mom's fitness room.
I climbed onto the treadmill and started out at a light jog, until I was sprinting, keeping track of the calories and the clock.
When the minute hand finally made it's round, and was edging closer to five o'clock, I walked off the treadmill and onto the scale.
101. 2
Two pounds less than yesterday. Now everything would be better. My image was three pounds lighter, my plump face looked narrower, prettier.
I hoped that would please my parents, friends, EVERYONE. I hoped EVERYONE would like me now. I was smart, skinnier...
I sat down on the treadmill and tore out a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote a letter, then stuffed it under the treadmill and get freshened up before mom came home.
(Letter 12, found under the treadmill[/b])
[i] Two pounds less Hails
Two pounds of remorse
And uglieness I shed off.
Now there can be more room
For success
And mom and dad's pride.
But why'd you have to do that?
Leave me alone, when you said you wouldn't?
Leave me with the chore
Of listening to mom and dad yelling every night
And crying myself to sleep
Every night.
Why'd God take you
From me?
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