CHAPTER 2
Here I was again, eating chips. My biggest night mare. It's so delicious, so nice and flavorful. It's something that pleases me.
Monday night, I read my favorite series named Twilight. And, also craving chips I thought while munching on some vegetables. It was my only way of getting rid of my cravings. I laid down on my bed for hours reading Twilight, and literally smiled everytime Edward did something cute to Bella. Sometimes I wish to have that romance, that life. But that's fantasy, nothings true about it except for the fact that they fall in love and what not.
I got up and started to get ready to sleep. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put moisturizer on my face. Then time by time I fell asleep. *BEEP, BEEP, BEEP* I woke up, oh that sound is so annoying! I thought. School time, yay! Yeah, no. I changed and decided to go a little bit dressy to school today. I put on foundation and mascara (something I wouldn't usually do.) Then walked myself downstairs. The cheerful look on my moms face was impressive. She was so happy. "Oh, you look wonderful today." she said with her full set of teeth exposed while smiling. "Thanks, mom. Just trying to be girly if you know what I mean, I don't dress up that much anymore." I said. "Yeah, you should dress up more often, you look beautiful. Anyways, eat breakfast! It's almost time to leave." Mom said. Yeah, I bet if I ate breakfast I would ruin my clothes. Something that happens like everyday. I finished breakfast and there was not a spill on my clothes. Relieved, I quickly ran out the door to go in my car with my mom and reached school in less then 10 minutes. I reached school 5 minutes earlier then I ever do so I decided to put everything I need to put in my locker and after waited till the bell rang.
The bell rang and I went straight to class. English. I didn't feel like going to school in the morning, but then went cause of my English project. I didn't want to feel guilty for not helping Michael. I reached class, and remembered I bought a pack of mint gum. I stuffed my mouth with two, just in case I had a bad case of bad breath since I didn't eat much of my breakfast. Then I walked myself to class. As soon as I set my feet in class, Michael's eye's went straight on me. He got up, and I walked to the desk beside him. He asked if we can talk, but not in class. So, the person in my head (myself) told me to just see what he wants to say. We told our English teacher that we needed to print out a couple of "information" about our project and headed out to the secret location Michael was taking me to that I was unaware of. We stopped in front of an exit door close to the seniors parking lot, and leaned on the brick wall. I questioned Michael what was it that he wanted to say, but he was in his own misery of anxiety. He was talking really quiet at first, muttering. But as talking he gained confidence and his words became more clear. "I wanted to ask something I, myself wanted to say direct to you. For the past week you've been in this school, but my girl friend thinks i have feelings for you, and i'm loosing interest in her. I wanted to ask a favor if you don't mind..." He then stopped what he was going to say when he saw my reaction. "And that favor is? Talk." i said with full confusion on how his "girlfriend" is terribly confused with her "match making" thoughts inside her retarded head. "And who is this girlfriend you are speaking of? If I even know her." I added. "The girlfriend I am speaking of is Maddie. She was talking about how you were freaking out in the washroom when she cracked up a joke with you, remember?" he responded. "Seems like she tells you every little detail she thinks, and experiences. If she trusts you so much with you keeping her secrets, then why dosen't she trust you when your trying to confess that you aren't a cheater. Listen, if you are strongly in love with your Maddie, you would talk to her, not me. Try to make her believe what is supposed to be believed. And please tell her to stop bringing me in things when i'm clearly just doing a project with you. If it really makes her uncomfortable, i'll find another person to work this project with." i snapped. "But....." Micheal gave up.
I walked back to class with out any pages to act out the "information" but then got the excuse of.. "The printer wasn't working." i told my English teacher. Then all of a sudden like a bash with the "information." Sadly, i was still sitting beside Michael. He did try to explain, but before i lost my temper, i controlled it. I asked him if we can change the topic just because taking it further was not my business, and not something i wanted to drag along with me all year and stress myself out. Bringing drama in my life wasn't anything i've wished for. It's been following me all my life and from that stress, i've gained weight through stress. I didn't care about myself and didn't care about myself. I wasn't thinking what I was causing myself. And still till this day, it haunts me.
