Fragile Bones

Chapter Six

The weekend passed by as boring as ever. There wasn't much that I did on Sunday besides do homework and watch YouTube videos. My parents surprisingly didn't bring up anything to me about their whole conversation of divorce. They didn't even really fight that much; my guess was that they were spending as much time away from each other as possible, even if that meant leaving the room for the one next door.

They probably didn't even sleep in the same bed anymore, but I have no idea how they worked that one out. We only have one guest bedroom, and I know that no one's been in there for a while. The last time being, probably around two years ago when my aunt came to stay with us for a week before she moved to Kansas. Apparently she wanted, and I quote "some Clint Eastwood type of guy," and I didn't have the heart to tell her that she probably wouldn't be finding any cowboys in Kansas.

Anyways, it was now Monday morning and I had nothing to look forward to for five days straight. I've wished many times that I could just be homeschooled, but I've looked it up and apparently my parents need some kind of certification to teach me. So, my dreams of homeschooling were abandoned, and I was left with the acceptance that I would have to endure one more year of high school until I was finally out.

I swung my legs out of bed, ready to stand up when I got extremely light headed, and had to sit back down for a second so I didn't fall. As much as I wanted to lose this weight, I didn't want to die so I vowed to just grab an apple to get me through the morning. I got up when the foggy vision faded and made my way to the bathroom, doing exactly what I did every morning. Brush my teeth, brush my hair, wash my face. When I was done in there I just shrugged on some jeans and a baggy sweatshirt and of course, some converse and deemed myself ready to go to school.

As I passed by my window I glanced outside at the house next door, remembering someone would be moving in at some time or another, but the driveway appeared to be as empty as ever. They must not be in town yet. I jogged down the stairs and grabbed an apple, taking minuscule bites of it, just to curb the hunger. Unfortunately, my tiny eating didn't go unnoticed by my dad at that moment. He peered down at me through his reading glasses he always wore when he read the paper in the morning. I tried to tell him once he could just get the newspaper online, but all he would do is complain about our generation.

He watched me silently as I ate a little bit of apple and I grew wary of his staring. "Have you gotten thinner?" He questioned, looking towards my body. I tried to wear baggy clothes to cover the weight loss, but apparently that wasn't really helping.

I feigned surprise and glanced down at my body for a couple seconds, acting as if I hadn't noticed. "I don't think so, maybe only a couple pounds? I don't know," I answered timidly. I wasn't doing a very good job of acting nonchalant, but my very own ex machina came through the door at that moment, saving me from having to answer any of his other questions.

"Ready to go to school?" My mom asked, grabbing her car keys from the table, not once looking at my dad. He didn't look at her either, and turned his head back down to his paper to avoid confrontation.

"Yep," I replied, slinging my bag over my shoulder in anticipation of not actually having to walk to school today. I tossed my consumed apple in the trash can, passing by my mom as I did.

She gave me a disapproving look once she noticed what I was wearing. "Is that how you're going to school today, dressed as some homeless person?" She inquired.

I sighed, knowing that I didn't wear the best clothes, but I didn't look good in anything, and god forbid if I dressed like any of the sluts at my school. "Yes mom, I'm wearing this today. Is there a problem with that?"

She gave me another once-over before shortly replying, "no," and walking out the door. Of course she would complain, she was always dressed stylishly, even when she was at home doing nothing. She always made sure her makeup and hair was done everyday. I followed her with my head bowed down. The car ride was short, neither of us had anything to say to one another and I didn't want to bring up the topic of my parents separating. Once we made it to the school she barely gave me a goodbye before driving away. I sighed looking after the car, but turned around to walk into my least favorite place in the universe.