Part Five:
Instead of eatting lunch with Emma, I continued to hide out in the M.I.
lab or the library. One day, I was looking at books when I saw one that
looked interesting: "Wasted", by Marya Hornbacher. When I read that it
was about eatting disorders, I checked it out and got to reading. I soon
proclaimed it "my Bible".
After a few days, I was surprised when I came home after school and Mama
was waiting. "Hi, Sweetie. How was school?" I nearly had a heart attack:
I barely heard my mother talk, much less to me!
"Um, it was okay, Mama," I said, starting to leave the kitchen to my
room.
"Hold on a sec, Manny. Let's talk." Oh, no! Had she noticed something?
I sat down hesitantly, and Mama smiled. "I know that we haven't been
talking much lately. But there's something I've been noticing."
Uh, oh. Here goes...
"I know that Father's been more...protective lately," she said slowly.
"And I know that you're probably really confused."
"Mama..." I was so relieved. I nodded. "Yeah. I have been."
"Oh, Sweetie," she sighed, touching my hand. "Your father is just scared
that his baby girl is growing up too fast. You're his only child, you
know, and he's afraid of losing you. I know," she said with a small smile,
"We know that's ridiculous, and I think we should talk to him. We'll see
about raising your curfew, and getting rid of the "homework before dinner"
and "half hour of TV" rule...maybe even the dating rule," Mama said with
a wink.
I was so happy! I was finally connecting with my mom. I hugged her and
she said, "Would you like some cookies, Manny. I just baked some."
I had noticed the smell. And since I was so happy, I forgot about my
eatting for awhile and had a couple.
Of course, I threw them up later.
I was excited about talking to Father that night, but he never came home.
He called Mama and told her that he had a lot of work to do, so he wouldn't
be home until midnight, at least. Mama just ordered a pizza ("Don't tell
your father," she said with a wink), and I pretended to eat some of it
in my room.
So, nothing really changed at home. But I didn't have to do my homework
(I didn't really feel like it), so I spent the evening reading "Wasted".
I was fascinated by the part when the author goes to boarding school,
and is free to starve herself as much as she wanted. That would be so
cool, I thought.
Yeah, starving yourself is real cool. Not. You'll see how far it got me...
later on.
Please read and review, thanks!
Instead of eatting lunch with Emma, I continued to hide out in the M.I.
lab or the library. One day, I was looking at books when I saw one that
looked interesting: "Wasted", by Marya Hornbacher. When I read that it
was about eatting disorders, I checked it out and got to reading. I soon
proclaimed it "my Bible".
After a few days, I was surprised when I came home after school and Mama
was waiting. "Hi, Sweetie. How was school?" I nearly had a heart attack:
I barely heard my mother talk, much less to me!
"Um, it was okay, Mama," I said, starting to leave the kitchen to my
room.
"Hold on a sec, Manny. Let's talk." Oh, no! Had she noticed something?
I sat down hesitantly, and Mama smiled. "I know that we haven't been
talking much lately. But there's something I've been noticing."
Uh, oh. Here goes...
"I know that Father's been more...protective lately," she said slowly.
"And I know that you're probably really confused."
"Mama..." I was so relieved. I nodded. "Yeah. I have been."
"Oh, Sweetie," she sighed, touching my hand. "Your father is just scared
that his baby girl is growing up too fast. You're his only child, you
know, and he's afraid of losing you. I know," she said with a small smile,
"We know that's ridiculous, and I think we should talk to him. We'll see
about raising your curfew, and getting rid of the "homework before dinner"
and "half hour of TV" rule...maybe even the dating rule," Mama said with
a wink.
I was so happy! I was finally connecting with my mom. I hugged her and
she said, "Would you like some cookies, Manny. I just baked some."
I had noticed the smell. And since I was so happy, I forgot about my
eatting for awhile and had a couple.
Of course, I threw them up later.
I was excited about talking to Father that night, but he never came home.
He called Mama and told her that he had a lot of work to do, so he wouldn't
be home until midnight, at least. Mama just ordered a pizza ("Don't tell
your father," she said with a wink), and I pretended to eat some of it
in my room.
So, nothing really changed at home. But I didn't have to do my homework
(I didn't really feel like it), so I spent the evening reading "Wasted".
I was fascinated by the part when the author goes to boarding school,
and is free to starve herself as much as she wanted. That would be so
cool, I thought.
Yeah, starving yourself is real cool. Not. You'll see how far it got me...
later on.
Please read and review, thanks!