Pocrescophobic

Chapter Three

I can tell this dinner means a lot to my mom. She keeps resetting the dishware and tugging at the corners of the tablecloth trying to make it perfect.

Finally,the doorbell rings.

"They're here! Wait, do you think lasagna isn't classy enough? Maybe they're expecting something batter? What of they don't like the lasagna? Marylin is always complaing about how her kids are picky eaters..." my mom keeps mumbling to herself as my dad answers the door.

"Come in Mrs.Carder! We finally meet!" My dad is nervous; I can tell from how loud he is speaking. He never does that unless he's nervous. Of course, though, he is no where near as nervous as my mom is.

"Are they here?!", Sabrinas voice comes from down the hall, in her bedroom.

"Yeah, come on!", I call back. Sabrina runs from her room. She sits down at the table and seems a little jumpy. Davy walks over to her.

"I'm Davy"

"Sabrina, how.old are you again?"

"Ten, you?

"Nine.... but my birthday is in febuary." She blushes. Oh. My. God. Sabrina has a crush!

After a few minutes of greetings, everyone is sitting at the table. My mom tries to serve Sabrina, but she insists on doing it herself. It's obvious who she's trying to impress.

I talk with jannet a bit, she tries to give me tips about being a freshman since she is junior, but it doesn't really interest me. I try to talk to Mya, but she is too busy playing on her phone underneath the table. My mom and Mrs. Carder talk about starting a knitting group and my Dad and Mr. Carder talk about their jobs. Sabrina just keeps glancing at Davy and blushing when he catches her eye. As far as I know, he is her first crush.

I eat all of my lasagna since I hadn't had anything else all day. I have been seriously thinking about what I need to do to get my weight down.

"May I be excused?" Normally, I just clean my dishes and leave the table, but tonight, since my mom has a friend over that she wants to impress, I will try and be extra polite.

"Yah, just don't forget to wash your plate!", my mom says.

"Oh could you get mine too?", asks Mrs. Carder.

"Davy and mine's too?", Sabrina jumps in.

"Here's mine", Mya doesn't even look up from her phone.

"Why don't you just take all the dishes?", Mrs. Carder asks expectantly.

I look over atmy mom for help, she just shrugs. "Uh. Sure."

"I'll help!" Jannet says. She helps me collect the dishes and wash them. It takes about twenty minutes in all. Twenty minutes of jannet talking nonstop about the importance of highschooleducation. It's not like highschool is not important. I know it is, but I don't need to be lectured about it.

The Carders leave at around nine. An hour past Sabrina's bedtime. She falls asleep almost intantly when she lays down, though.

It takes me a while for mee to fall asleep, even after the long day.

I stand on the edge of a cliff. There is a table to the right of me. It is filled with chips, pizza, cake, icecream, garlic knots, licorice, chocolate, marshmallows, and many other delicious foods. To the right of me there is a scale and a mirror. The scale says 'beautiful' instead of a number on the screen.

Out of the mirror steps a girl. She looks like me. Except she is thin. Fragile. Beautiful.

"Choose", she says. I consider my options. Food, beauty, or death.

"I choose--"

I wake to my mom tapping my shoulder.

"Come on. We are going to the mall."

"Whyyyyy?", I groan in my groggy state. I try to remember my dream, but can't.

"It's a surprise", her voice is giddy. I try to pull my eyes open. Nope. I rub them and finally do.

"Whatsa sprise", I yawn between words.

"I can't tell you!"

"Whatsa time?"

"It's noon! Hurry!"

"Fiiiiiine" I pull the covers off and practically roll onto the floor. It takes me a while to get ready in my state of being. When I do its 12:45pm. My mom rushes me into my dads jeep.

"He took the bug to work when he couldn't find his keys, but I found them.", she explains. She pulls out of the driveway and gets only one red light on the way.

The mall parking lot is packed,as usual, and it takes almost ten minutes to finally find a space. When we finally squeeze into a spot, I realise the truck next to my side's driver parked over the line, leaving me only about five inches to open the door. Jackass. I barely fit through, but eventually get out of the car and slide down the side of it to completely leave the jeep.

We walk into the mall through Dillards. I can't help but notice the other girls walking through with perfect bodies, confidant smiles even as they walk in the shortest of shorts and cropped tank tops. Also, how people stare at them in awe. There are so many of these possible models and I can almost not take it anymore.

Just when I am about to scream or cry or both at the sudden feeling that I am not good enough, we exit dillards.

My mom takes me to a-cellular. It takes me a minute for me to realise what is happening. I AM GETTING A FREAKING PHONE.

"Pick any phone, as long as it is less than two hundred dollars. I worked extra hours these past two weeks, so pick one you like."

"Oh my god. Thank you so so much!",I say, hugging her tightly.

I test out every single phone in the store, even the ones that are way out of my price range, because why not? After almost two hours of considering every single detail about each phone, I pick out what I believe is the best phone for under two hundred dollars. It is a sleek thin smart phone with a back and front camera. The cameras work well, the back one better than the front. All in all,im just happy to have a phone.

After purchasing the phone, my mom takes me to lunch at the sub shop. I just get a salad and a lemonade, still remembering the girls from Dillards.

When we get back home my mom says she will be giving sabrina a gift too,just one that is not as costly. My mom pulls sabrina from the office wher she was playing online games to give her the gift. Sabrina begrudgingly agrees to go with mom.

My mom drives us to the animal and let's sabrina pick out a cat. She picks a small prown kitten with white paws and names her melody. The rest of the day is good. I take about a million and one pictures of melody. I eat some oatmeal for dinner and go to sleep.

Authors note:
Thank you for reading this far! Any constructive critisism? I don't mind as long as its not 'you book bad' or anything else that's way too vauge and pretty much has no point. Let me know what you think!