Controlled: Chapter 2
6:42 AM. My alarm went off, playing some Adele song. The radio station on the morning didn't really play any good songs. I slammed my hand against the alarm, attempting to shut it off, but with no such luck. After a Miley Cyrus song played, I successfully hit the alarm which, to my advantage, led to it turning off, since Justin Bieber was coming on next.
7:58 AM. I had just reached my homeroom when the bell rang, leaving Mrs. Daily giving me a death glare. This teacher was out to get me, especially since she was also my geometry teacher, and she knew how much I hated that class. It was obvious that she did not favor me, and I honestly was okay with it. I only had to deal with her for 10 minutes of homeroom and forty minutes of math class. Ignoring her stare, I walked over to my assigned seat beside this new kid, Nick.
As soon as homeroom let out, I ran in the hallway to get to English class. It was up the stairs and at the very end of an intersecting hallway. Girls scoffed at me as I walked by. The most popular girls in school looked my outfit up and down. “Moo”, escaped from one of them. My attire didn't help so much as I wore a double extra large shirt of my dad's and an old pair of gray sweatpants. It wasn't normal of me to wear this kind of clothing, but I could not allow myself to wear anything tight, that would have just led to even worse remarks about my weight.
English was fun though. There was a substitute without any experience in English classes. He helped me with my math homework, so I could finally understand about the properties of proofs and that stuff.
Classes went by fairly quickly, so then it was time for lunch. It was period 5, and I had just convinced my my group of friends to spend the class in the courtyard at the few tables that are scattered outside. The ten of us were the only ones out since the weather was somewhere in the low 60's.
“Did you hear? Nate, that sophomore, is dating Geena!” We all looked at Geena, who was at the end of the table, lowering her head. “Thanks for telling us, Gee. We needed to hear from the upperclassmen and Zoey's bunch”. The conversation starting going on and on about the boys we were crushing on, or dating.
“Jon's a total sweetheart. For our one month, he gave me this cute little heart necklace. On the back, it has the date he asked me out engraved in it”. Emily said, receiving “awww”'s.
It continued on and on until Gee spoke up. “Hey, Mik. Why haven't you eaten anything yet?” All eyes turned to me, looking at the empty space in front of me.
“I don't feel too good right now, and I forgot my lunch at home”. I shrugged it off with a lame excuse, just like I always do.
They kept quiet for a bit, before Em put a plastic bag filled with pretzels in front of me. I pushed them right back over to her.
“You need to eat something," Leah said, “Don't just go all anorexic on us”.
That created laughter between them all. “I had a big breakfast,” I said, just to dismiss this talk. I skipped out on breakfast too this morning, actually saying I woke up too late. The bell rung, ending 5th period. They all started walking, but I stayed in the back. I opened my backpack and took out the little paper bag. I deposited the little brown paper bag that contained my lunch into the trashcan before entering the door that led into the hallway.
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School had ended already, and I was currently at home on my laptop. Dinner was called, and I knew that I couldn't avoid it again, sadly. I walked down the steps cautiously, smelling the cookies, steak, and potatoes. The smell was prevalent in the air; it sickened me. I kept walking though, pretending like the smell had no affect to me. I needed to get through the meal. That, I knew. How I could do that puzzled me, as I had no idea on how to tolerate food. Even just the mere idea of eating sickened me to no extent. I mean, how could people just eat mindlessly, ignoring their bulging bellies and fattening thighs. How could someone put disgusting junk food even close to their mouths. And chewing and swallowing it too? How was that even possible?
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Genç KurguMikayla is being pressured by some anonymous girls and she doesn't know what to do. She resorts to being their vision of perfect, which means she needs to get skinnier. She stops eating all together, trying to get down to her very low goal weight. W...