Snow

by juliamwright

Meet Ivorie, a strong-witted, impulsive-thinking young girl, trapped in a taffy-like body. But she wasn't always like that. She once was the dead girl walking. But here she is again. She's not willing to stop, she finds it comfortable in the suffocating snow. We can't try to stop, either; we'll just be pulled back into the snow. Inspired by Laurie Halse Anderson, Snow gives readers

4. Chapter 4

Mum opens the door for me, and I kick my shoes off to take my socks off and put my headphones in to pace.

/ calories | calories | calories | burn | burn | burn | lose weight | lose weight | lose weight \

I pace in circles in my precious corner of the living room. Music blares into my eardrums, but I don't hear them. I turn it up louder. Every two minutes I switch directions to evenly exercise each leg, plus, I mean, I like a little variety. It's always been a habit. My mother watches me anxiously, but it's gone from addiction-related-habits to a battle-not-worth-fighting. There's no point in arguing. It's a routine: I pace for four hours until Paul gets home.

Paul is my stepdad, though I don't like him because all my life he's tried to replace my Dad. He's tall, lean; your perfectly built husband.

Mom doesn't feel like cooking, so it's pickout night, so everyone just whips something up for themselves. I happen to screw up, making wild rice soup and eating half the pot (440,) then I move for cereal (300,) then cookies (480.)

Dinner is served. (=1220)