3 – Gluttony – Dylan Marvil
Food was my savior. Well not like that, but I always found myself eating. I tried to escape the food, but I couldn't. Diets wouldn't work for me, since whenever I was stressed, I'd retreat to chocolate. Sure, it was full of carbs and calories, but it was my secret pleasure.
Hershey's; Reese's; Kisses; Kit-Kats, they were so good. I can understand why Claire was so in love with candy! But, Massie, Kristen, and Alicia could never know. I got enough pig jokes from Kemp Hurley and Chris Plovert.
Sure, they didn't make fun of Claire for it, but she was more important to Massie. I was a background character with the others, secretly going to my sister's stash of Nestle Crunches to help me deal. Hey, it's better than me becoming anorexic. No offense.
Merri-Lee was probably the only other one who knew, and she didn't approve. In fact, she'd nudge me, winking and asking if I wanted to eat that. And that made me want to stuff my face even more. Just to see her reaction. I wanted Merri-Lee to pay for neglecting me for Geraldo Rivers, I wanted her to pay for dating Mr. Myner, for acting like her show was more important to me.
You could say it was gross; I wouldn't care. And that's why I thought I was fat. Every time I gained half a pound, I needed more diet foods. When I lost that pound, it was back to normal people foods, much to Merri-Lee's disappointment. I stopped calling her Mommy when I was eight, when she started talking about my weight.
The pig jokes struck a nerve. I stopped eating for about a week, until my sister grew concerned. I decided then not to care what Merri-Lee or Kemp or Chris said. It was just my opinion that mattered, and if it took eating enough Hershey Kisses to feed the entire world's population.
Call it gluttony- I call it normality.