Loser Lessons

8 Pounds is 10 Too Many

"8 Pounds is 10 Too Many"

I woke up the next morning with my alarm blaring beside my head. Keeping my eyes closed I reached over and turned it off. Groaning, I literally rolled out of bed, landing on my feet like a ninja and then walked down stairs to the kitchen still half asleep.

 “Morning,” I grumbled grabbing a bowl and pouring some cereal into it. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a carton and poured it into my bowl, and returned it to the fridge. I glanced up at my Mom who was smiling down at me with an amused look in her eyes, “What?” I grumbled, running a hand through my hair, “do I look that bad?” She didn’t answer me so I took a spoonful of cereal in my mouth and had to immediately spit it out.

                My Mom burst out laughing.

                “MOM!” I yelled, fully awake now, “What the heck!? What did you do to the cereal?”

                “It wasn’t me!” she spat out between laughs.

                “DAD!” I called.

                “Yeah?” he asked, straightening his tie as he came into the kitchen.

                “What did you put in my cereal, it’s disgusting!” I glared at him.

                “What?” he seemed confused, and came over to look in my cereal. “Um, did you put orange juice into your cereal?”

                I looked down and sure enough my Lucky Charms cereal was floating around in a sea of orange liquid. “Ew,” I muttered. That sent my Dad into a fit of laughter along with my Mom. “Wait, Mom, you watched me pour it in and didn’t stop me!?”

                “Sorry!” she laughed, putting up her hands, “it was too funny.”

                “This sucks,” I grumbled pouring it down the drain. I grabbed an apple off the counter instead, “I’ll never trust you again,” I said dramatically and then went upstairs to get ready.

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                Standing in front of my mirror I criticized my look carefully. It had to be just right so that I could make a good impression on the students of my new school.  I was wearing a white shirt with patterned shapes on it, with a blue sweater unbuttoned on top. I matched that with a jean skirt that ended just above my knees. I put on a pair of blue flats, with bows on them and the outfit was complete. I let my blond hair fall down in loose waves, they surrounded my face perfectly.  I looked amazing.

                If looking good wasn’t a big enough confidence boost I decided to go weigh myself, just because I know how hot I am. I stepped onto the scale, smiling at myself in the mirror, when l looked down again I almost had a heart attack.

                No way.

                I screamed as loud as I could. “MOOOOOOOOM!” then I turned and ran down to the kitchen where she was waiting calmly. How could she be so calm at a time like this?

                “Yes?”

                “HOW COME YOU DIDN”T TELL ME I WAS GETTING FAT!?” I screeched.

                “You’re not fat!” she stared at me, motioning me to be quiet.

                “I GAINED EIGHT POUNDS!”