"You look like a marble statue. You always do. You become the pinnacle of human beauty in anger, joy, and... grief."
Tarra Williams never thought that asking a little boy to play would change her life...
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Does this song make any sense related to this chapter? No. Do I care? No.
Hey Ya! - Outkast (mild swearing and slightly sexual content)
The next morning Tarra woke early. The bright sun had returned and casted a golden glow on the old homes of Little Ivy. She walked down main street towards the edge of town with a plate of cookies in her hand. Once she saw the green hedges of the Zabini residence, her palms began to sweat.
She stopped in front of the wrought iron gate but this time, rather than sneaking through, she rang the doorbell. She waited for a couple minutes and nobody came. She tried again. This time she saw a small figure emerge from the house. As it came closer, she recognized it to be the boy from the other day still in his black silk pajamas. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked.
Once he reached the gate, he groaned. "It's you again."
Tarra ignored him, dismissing it as cranky morning syndrome. A usual thing for her dad.
"Do you mind if I come in? I brought you some cookies."
He made a face at the mention of cookies.
"Don't worry my mum helped me make them, along with my friend Amy. My mum owns the best bakery in town. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's called Rose's Bakery."
The boy crinkled his nose in disgust once again as he ran his eyes over Tarra. Tiredness left him as his posture returned to being as straight as a board. He said, "Your mum owns a bakery? I guess that would explain why you're so fat."
The smile fell from Tarra's face as looked down at her body. Her stomach puffed out beneath her yellow shirt. Her legs looked like sausages beneath her pastel pink, knee length skirt. She had never considered her weight before this moment and didn't think their was anything wrong with her weight or anything else about her body.
"I don't see anything wrong with being fat. Miss. Jones is fat and everyone in town loves her."
"Mrs. Jones is pathetic. She doesn't give one thought to her looks and it's easy to tell. If she were my mum I would hide my head in shame."
Tarra gasped.
"How could you say just a thing! Miss. Jones is one of the sweetest people I know!" She pulled the cookie plate back to her chest. "You better apologize or you won't be getting any cookies."
The boy laughed. He pulled away from the fence and retreated back to his house. His backs shook with laughter.
Tarra's face went red with anger. She took the covering off of the cookies and spat in onto them, before shoving the plate under the gate. She stormed back to her house. A orange cat came running from the bushes. It rubbed between her legs purring. She didn't stop to pet it per usual. She, instead, threw the door to her house open, muttering under her breath.
