Izzy struggles with mental health, she scared of the real world and the people in it.. then she meets Meg, someone who is gonna open her eyes to a whole new world like parties, friends, school, and much more.
Some family members just want her to "g...
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Meg changed her mind about staying the night and left around two and I fell asleep soon after. I woke up thinking about our truth or dare game, about her crazy dances moves when I dared how to do old dance like from the 70's, or how she opened up when I asked about her feeling towards me.
I think about how she dared me to run across the street and knock on the door and how I told her the first time I noticed my mom hated looking at me, because of my weight.
It was kinda serious but we made it fun by playing dares like drinking the whole gallon of milk or her eating a whole box of unbaked cake mix.
I get up and start to clean up before they show up at three.
Wine bottles I have to take to the trash cans outside, I wrapped them up in our black trash bags and hope they don't find them...when was the last time dad went dumpster diving? The thought made me laugh and miss him, but I'm glad with the time I had with Meg.
I think we needed that time.
I take a shower and lay down, I wake up by cars door closing. I jump out of bed, remembering I didn't eat or put a fake bowl of something in the sink. I run down stairs, knowing it will only take them like 30 seconds to carry all their bags and grab a bowl to put cereal in.
I stop when I see the bowl we used when we mixed the cake in last night. This will have to work. They knock on the door when I finally got to it.
"Sorry, I was sleeping." I said, out of breath. Isaac looks at me as if I'm a wierdo.
"What?" I asked.
"I know." He just says, he walks in and put his stuff down.
"What?" I asked.
He chuckles softly, "did you have fun last night?" Before I could answer, my parents came inside.
How does he know? Did Meg tell him? Are they great friends or something?
"How was your weekend?" Dad asked, walking up the stairs.
"Really good." I can feel my self smiling, remembering how it felt when Meg put her hand on my hip, and how my body jumped.
"What are you thinking about?" Isaac whispered, I start blushing.
He walks into the kitchen and I followed.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him, watching him looking around the room.
"What y'all did last night"
When I could finally talk, I asked, "what do you mean?" In a small low voice.
"I don't know, didn't y'all get it on?" He picked up a apple. I take a deep breath and smile at him.
