Platonia

7. Bad, ugly, grumpy Monday ~

Mrs. Williams walked in the living room with a book when she noticed her youngest daughter on the couch. Misty had her feet on the coffee table (wearing her loyal SpongeBob big slippers) and she had several snacks on her right side and left side. She was currently eating a chocolate bar.

"Misty? Why aren't you at school?"

"I'm mad—I mean, I'm tired. It's Monday. Leave me alone." Misty sounded a little grumpy. She was staring at the TV.

"Is your period approaching?"

"I think."

"Do you want me to make you a hot drink?"

"It's fine. I'll be fine."

"Alright." Mrs. Williams sat on the single sofa and started reading her book. "Well, sweetie, maybe you shouldn't eat so many snacks. Eat the cookies I made, instead."

They weren't as crunchy and tasty as the ones Misty bought. "I did on breakfast."

"Okay, what's going on?" Mrs. Williams slapped her book shut and put it on her lap. "You look like you haven't slept all night! You look like a mess!"

Misty frowned as she pulled down her pajama shirt. Mrs. Williams put the snacks on the table and joined her side. "Tell me what's wrong, sweetie."

"Everything is wrong! Nothing goes right in my life!"

"Don't say that!"

"I'm the loser of this family!"

"Why are you saying that? Oh dear." Her mom kissed her forehead and cheek. "You're out little sweet Misty and we love you."

"No! I'm not little and sweet! I'm a big cow and I eat too much! I look fat!"

"No, you don't!"

"I'm disgusting and I eat like a guy! I even have a mustache to prove it!"

"Misty, calm down and tell me what's wrong." Her mom stroked her face. "Is someone bothering you at school?"

"No."

"What happened that made you feel so upset?"

Misty sighed. "Mom, I think I like Ash."

Her mom blinked. 

"I think I like Ash — I know I like Ash. It's awful because the last girl he liked was really skinny and had big boobs and her hips were large but they weren't fat and she really looked like an hourglass and he can't like me back and I will never be as sk-"

"Misty, dear, you have to tell him."

"No!" Misty shook her head. Her voice was wobbly. "Ash and I have treated each other like brother and sister for so long and he will never think of me as a love interest!"

"But you can't do this to yourself because of something you can't control."

"He pretended he was going to kiss me yesterday, mom! It made me so mad! He pretended he was going to kiss me! I got so mad I slapped him. I hated it! I wanted to cry afterwards! He was playing with my feelings!"

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry..." Mom stroked her hair and kissed her forehead again. "He doesn't know, sweetie. You know how Ash likes to mess with you. He'd never do anything that would hurt you in any way."

"But he did."

"He has no idea you like him, Misty. You should understand. Try being in his shoes."

"If he doesn't like me, why did he try to kiss me?"

"Oh, don't speak like you don't know Ash. How many times he's pretended he's going to kiss you back in elementary school?"