Thanx for all the reviews! Here's part two:
Part Two:
I went to school the next morning with an empty stomach. But the hunger
pangs felt so good, because I'd been the one to cause them, not Father
or anyone eles.
I always have to lie to Father so I can go to school early. I tell him
I'm working on extra credit/helping out in the M.I. lab/blah blah blah.
The truth is, I have Spirit Squad practice. And, of course, if Father
found out I was a cheerleader...that'd be the end of that.
Paige has been so nice to me since I made the squad. She's forgotten
all about the paper incident with Emma's article. Hazel is still a little
rude to me, but there's nothing she can do with Paige around.
The big basketball game is coming up: Degrassi v.s. North East Toronto.
Paige has been working us on new cheers all week. One involves all the
girls lifting ME in the air. That's right, I'm the star!
But today, when I was in the air, someone dropped me and everyone
toppled to the ground. It had been Hazel. She blamed it on me: "God,
girl, have you put on some weight or something?"
Like I needed to hear that. No lunch for me, I guess.
Of course, Emma asked why I didn't eat anything and just sipped on a
can of Diet Coke. I love her, and she's been my best friend forever...
but can't she mind her own damn business? There she was, stuffing her-
self with some great lunch that Mr. Simpson (her stepdad) or her mom
had made for her, without a care in the world. She doesn't have to worry
about her weight: she doesn't have big fat chipmunk cheeks. Hazel wouldn't
have dropped her.
"You better not be on a diet," Emma said. That made me mad. "So what if
I was?"
"Manny! Diets are, like, so dangerous! You know what happened to Toby.
Besides, the standards of beauty that society sets for teenage girls is
so inane, and-"
"Em, I was just joking!" I lie. "I'm not on a diet. I'm just not feeling
good." God, did she ever shut up?
I had that. School is supposed to be an escape from the pressures and
rules of your family. But when your best friend is so opinionated, it's
almost as bad. I hate when she tries to preach to me: it reminds me of
Father.
Nobody thinks I can take care of myself. Well, I'd show them...I'd show
all of them what I could do. The start of that would, of course, be to
become thin.
I stared as Emma's lunch. Peanut butter and jelly. No lunch meat for
the vegatarian. Three deviled eggs. A bag of potatoe chips. Two big
chocolate chip cookies. A can of tropical punch.
I sipped my Diet Coke some more. Control. That's all it would take. My
control, nobody eles'. Not Father's and not Emma's.
This was mine.
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Part Two:
I went to school the next morning with an empty stomach. But the hunger
pangs felt so good, because I'd been the one to cause them, not Father
or anyone eles.
I always have to lie to Father so I can go to school early. I tell him
I'm working on extra credit/helping out in the M.I. lab/blah blah blah.
The truth is, I have Spirit Squad practice. And, of course, if Father
found out I was a cheerleader...that'd be the end of that.
Paige has been so nice to me since I made the squad. She's forgotten
all about the paper incident with Emma's article. Hazel is still a little
rude to me, but there's nothing she can do with Paige around.
The big basketball game is coming up: Degrassi v.s. North East Toronto.
Paige has been working us on new cheers all week. One involves all the
girls lifting ME in the air. That's right, I'm the star!
But today, when I was in the air, someone dropped me and everyone
toppled to the ground. It had been Hazel. She blamed it on me: "God,
girl, have you put on some weight or something?"
Like I needed to hear that. No lunch for me, I guess.
Of course, Emma asked why I didn't eat anything and just sipped on a
can of Diet Coke. I love her, and she's been my best friend forever...
but can't she mind her own damn business? There she was, stuffing her-
self with some great lunch that Mr. Simpson (her stepdad) or her mom
had made for her, without a care in the world. She doesn't have to worry
about her weight: she doesn't have big fat chipmunk cheeks. Hazel wouldn't
have dropped her.
"You better not be on a diet," Emma said. That made me mad. "So what if
I was?"
"Manny! Diets are, like, so dangerous! You know what happened to Toby.
Besides, the standards of beauty that society sets for teenage girls is
so inane, and-"
"Em, I was just joking!" I lie. "I'm not on a diet. I'm just not feeling
good." God, did she ever shut up?
I had that. School is supposed to be an escape from the pressures and
rules of your family. But when your best friend is so opinionated, it's
almost as bad. I hate when she tries to preach to me: it reminds me of
Father.
Nobody thinks I can take care of myself. Well, I'd show them...I'd show
all of them what I could do. The start of that would, of course, be to
become thin.
I stared as Emma's lunch. Peanut butter and jelly. No lunch meat for
the vegatarian. Three deviled eggs. A bag of potatoe chips. Two big
chocolate chip cookies. A can of tropical punch.
I sipped my Diet Coke some more. Control. That's all it would take. My
control, nobody eles'. Not Father's and not Emma's.
This was mine.
Please review! Thanks!