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Chapter 12: The not really diet

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"Sky!" my dad calls out

"What." i say not breaking eye contact with my laptop screen

"I'm going out tonight, I won't be back until it's late. Oh, and I left you pizza money on the counter." with that said, he leaves before poking his head back into my sad excuse for a bedroom "Oh yeah, you have school tomorrow"

Thanks for reminding me I have to deal with hell tomorrow

The annoying thing about staying with my dad in the city is that I have to wake up super early to get on a train to go to school because it's the same school as the one I go to when I'm with my mom in Connecticut. And knowing me, I do not like to get up in the morning so my dad has to literally drag me out of my cozy bed. As you should know by now, I do not like being waken from my slumber. 

I realize I'm still wearing pajama pants and a bath robe with an over sized shirt on and fuzzy bunny slippers that are way too pink for my age. My hair looks like a family of rats are nesting in there and I've spent the whole day like this. It's hard not to have Angie as my friend anymore because now that she's gone, I've realized I have no friends, I have nothing to do with my time anymore so I've resolved to this.

No friends.

You have Derek

He's not my friend, I don't know what he is. I barely know him

Call him

No

Yes

No!

YES!

Great now I'm crazy, talking to myself and all.

I quickly take a shower before throwing on a pretty lacy shirt and squeezing into black skinny jeans. Damn, I need to start eating less. Like a lot. These jeans are squeezing my bones, close to crushing them. I twist my untamable hair which I have no time for right now into a messy bun that ends up at a cute angle. I finish it off by applying a little mascara and a thin line of liquid eyeliner.

I grab the pizza money from the counter, throw on a winter coat, wrap a white scarf around my neck, slip on some black uggs and then finally leave the apartment looking and feeling somewhat decent. I'm not gonna stay in all day on my computer playing Fireboy and Watergirl as I have done for the past 24 hours.

I came to my dad's house two days ago and he has come back at aroud 5am every time after partying all night. He's been hung over for the majority of the time and has snapped at me for doing basically nothing.

The things divorces do to you

It's funny how dad thought that I'd use the pizza money to actually order pizza. Nah. I usually just grab the money, go buy a sandwich from Cosi or a drink from Starbucks, and then spend the rest on ice cream. He gives me 40 dollars everyday since he goes out partying everyday. 

How much does he think pizza is worth? Does he think it's been dipped in gold?

I've never told him pizza is extremely cheap because then I wouldn't get anymore free allowance.

I walk into Cosi and look at the menu. I finally settle for a T.B.M. melt with a side of hummus and veggies, keeping my new diet in mind. I do not want to expirience the battle of my squeezing into my jeans again.