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"So, how was it?" Magnus's mom asked. She stood at the stove, a pot of soup on the heater, a wooden spoon in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on her son intently. Magnus shrugged, looking down at his Rainbow Dash pajama pants.
"It was great," he said sarcastically, walking out of the kitchen. He walked back in carrying a Tupperware bin full to the brim with nail polish and glitter. Plopping himself down at the kitchen table, Magnus quickly stripped his nails of their sparkly orange polish. "We had a fuckin' blast, mom. You know, because nothing's more fun than talking about an eating disorder you don't have."
Magnus's mom pursed her lips, and said nothing. Magnus knew what he had said hurt her, yet he felt no guilt in saying it.
"Are the other kids nice?"
"Yeah, nothing better than socializing with some other fucked up kids. We have so much in common." Magnus stared at his nails. They were tinted orange, and he scrubbed them harder with the nail polish remover.
"Magnus. Stop it, okay. You don't need to act like this."
"And you didn't have to force me to go there, Mom. Don't play the guilt game." The tint hadn't come off, and Magnus sighed. They'd be painted over anyway. He sifted through the bin for his black. "There was a cute boy there."
"Does he have..?"
"Is he messed up? No. He's there because his mom runs the thing."
"Did you talk to him?"
"Ha! No, I never was really presented with the opportunity to mingle." he found the color, and started to paint. He was great at it, no smears or smudges or black fingers. "What color; green or pink or yellow or teal or orange or violet?"
"All of them," his mom suggested. Magnus shrugged, and polka-dotted his nails in an array of bright colors, sealing it all with a layer of glittery varnish. He admired his work. "Dinner's ready."
"Okay."
"It's healthy—vegetable and chicken soup. Less than 300 calories, and almost no fat."
Magnus nodded, choking inwardly. His mom watched him as he ate, emptying the bowl quickly. "God, that's good soup. Is it a new recipe?" he smiled, taking his bowl to the dish washer.
"Yeah, just...trying out some different things."
"Well, it was great. Hey, I'm going to go give the Chairman a bath, okay? He's starting to smell."
"Don't let him bite you."
"The Chairman will do what the Chairman wants to do, but I won't, like, ask him to bite me."
Magnus jogged up the stairs and grabbed his cat, and then dashed into his bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. He turned on the sink, letting the water splosh noisily around. He took a Coke from under the sink and guzzled a few swallows. His cat, Chairman Meow, watched him. He hissed. Magnus leaned over the toilet and shoved his index finger down his throat.
After, Magnus gave his cat a bath, and continued on like nothing had happened.
Sorry if this chapter was kind of scattered.
Also, I DID introduce Mary. Please reread that chapter if you need to. I don't remember who wrote that review.