insecurities - m.c

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Zoë Valentina's P.O.V

I'm awaken by the pounding of the alarm, time for my morning ritual.
I get out of my, unhealthily comfortable bed. I pull out my weighing scale, dusting it off.
I step onto it, in nothing but my black lace bra with matching panties.
105.
I smile at my accomplishment, last time I weighed in I was 112.
I put some clothes on, and get on my laptop and check tumblr.
I get up and grab an apple from the kitchen counter, which should last me all day.
I then push open the door, the cold air brushing on my face. I step down the sidewalk, coming to the street. A few cars pass by, and then I walk across.
I see Michael approaching me, and I start to walk faster.
"Hey, Zoë" he pulls me in for a hug kissing my forehead as he does so.
"Hi."
He lets go of me and locks his fingers with mine.
I walk into the school, I wave as Michael leaves to his first class.

3:19 comes 'round, and I leave out the doors, and onto my bus.
I sit down in my normal seat, seat 9. I open my purse, and pick out my lip gloss and phone.
Mom is calling.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Zoë, where are you at?" She says, she sounds panicked.
"Just now leaving. Why?"
"You're father... Your father... He died."
I hang up, as tears begin to trickle from my eyes.
I shove my phone in my purse and cover my face with my hands.

The bus shortly arrives to my house, and I get up and gently leave my seat. I walk, weak legs and bags under my eyes. I get to my house, and see my mom in her car waiting for me. I hurry in, throwing my bags in the back seat.