"Hey Emilia, What are you doing today?"
The sixteen year old girl snorted, before rolling over to the side of her bed. She held her phone clumsily above her face, in a way that threatened a fall. She reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out a pringles can.
"Can I have some?"
"No."
In a direct contradiction of her words, she held out the can.
"Auntie Lola is having a wedding this weekend and we are invited-"
"No."
Her mother sighed, rubbing her face in exasperation before plopping down on the single chair couch. They coexisted in silence for a bit. Her blue eyes were zeroed in on the screen, straight brown hair splayed out on the pillow. She didn't seem to have a care in the world.
"Your friends came over again, invited you to a movie, a superhero one!" Her mother tried again, bouncing in excitement.
"No."
She didn't look away from her screen, scrolling through memes. She slowly reached up and cleaned her ear. Her sweatpants clad legs stretched out lazily across her bed.
"Emilia, you're wasting you're life like that! It'll be over before you know it if you keep this up! You're such a smart girl, please don't waste it." Her mother pleaded.
There was no response, and she couldn't tell if her daughter had heard or not.
"Well, i'm going to the grocery store now. At least come wit me then, you won't have to do much but push the cart and be on your phone."
"...Fine."
She shuffled up, socked feet slipping into slippers and hood pulled over her head. It took a monumental effort to get up.
...
She would die in those clothes.
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