The Troubled Ones

Chapter 12

Bobbi's pov.

"Kids dinner is ready."

I can't believe I'm doing this.Bobbi
Fay Norman,the nerd, the goody two shoes,the nobody is actually going to do something highly illegal, beyond crazy , and probably the most exciting thing in her life. I'm going to spray paint...on school's property. I started moving a lot.

What happens if we get caught?

What happens if I go to jail and my parents bail me.

They would hate me. Never talk to me again. My little brother would think I'm crazy.

I sigh.

But it might be the most amazing thing you ever did.

"Bobbi dinner is ready."

I look up to see my little brother.

"Okay."

We both walked to the dining room and took our seats.

Here it is again. The silence fills the room the only noise is our silverware clacking against the dish.

And then he would ask that stupid question.

"How was your day Derek"

Why did he ask him first. Maybe he's his favorite.

"My day was alright. Mom... Dad, Is it okay if I go to this get together on Friday."

We all know it's a party Derek..

"Sure just make sure to be home at 10."

"Bobbi how was your day?"

"Um my day was okay." I said with a smile.

"Are you going to this thing on Friday?" My dad asked.

Derek nearly choked from his food.

"Um-."

"C'mon Robert.Bobbi would never do that." Mom interrupted chuckling quietly.

I rolled my eyes.

"How would you fucking know." I muttered quitely to myself.

"Pardon."

"Oh, nothing."

I looked at my plate. And saw a small amount of pasta.

I slowly ate the pasta, but I wasn't pleased with myself.

Fatty.

"Hey sweetie before you go to bed I need to talk to you." Mom stated.

"Yes ma'm."

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"Alright step on it."

I'm currently in my mom's bathroom and she wants me to step on a weight scale.

I was nervous. This was very humiliating.

"Today Bobbi." My mom said impatiently.

I slowly put my left foot on and then my right foot. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

"Bobbi your goal at least is 115 do you know how much you weigh 125."

I looked down ashamed to see 125 on the scale.

I looked at my mom and I saw dissapointment in her eyes.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself."