I try to wrangle my hair into some socially acceptable style. Up? No... Half up? Definaltely not. Braid? Hmm... Bun? Messy bun? Giving up, I just leave it down and step onto my scale.
106
I've only lost a pound and a half. At one point this week, I was only 104.5. But then.... Nutty Bars called to me.
So I ate.
"Fat ass." I mumble under my breath, going over to the mirror and staring intently at my reflection.
"You're too pale, you're too fat, and your hair is like a lion's mane. Your stupid cheeks are round, and you don't have any cheekbones. The only good trait you even have is your eyes. And you don't even like them." I wince at the words coming out of the me inside my head, the one that controls the blade and my soul.
"I hate you." I tell her, staring in at her through my eyes in the mirror.
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"Dayella, I'm taking you to get your lisence today, right?" My mom asks as I come up the stairs. Mmm, pancakes and eggs... The delicious aroma drifts into my nose and I'm about to grab a plate when "106, Day. No eating."
"Yeah, Ma. Oh, there's the bus. I'll grab something to eat at school okay?"
Blythe nods and finishes cleaning up from her meal, disappearing into the upstairs as I run out the door.
My stomach rumbling is covered by the screech of the bus' breaks.
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I squeeze my books to my fat chest as I stick to the lockers, attempting to make myself as small as I can. Someone runs by, knocking into my shoulder and causing me to drop all my stuff. "God fucking damn." I say, bending down to pick them up. My drawings are scattered everywhere, picked up by people's feet and moved down the hallway. My fingers are stepped on twice as I hurry to pick them up before they are seen. I'm reaching for one when a hand with ringed fingers comes into my visoin, picking up the drawing and adding it to a stack of my things in his arms. Then, the hand is back, helping me up.
"Oh, thanks...." I say quietly, taking my things. I try to continue on my way to World Studies, but he stops me.
"Hey, no problem. I'm Thantos. Are you okay?"
"Um... yeah. I'm Day..." My fingers throb and my shoulder aches, and my stomach is screaming for food, but yes I'm okay.
"I know who you are." Thantos smiles at me, and his teeth are perfectly straight snd white. His hair curls and is dark, dark brown, like his eyes."I kinda look through the yearbook everytime I come to a new school."
"Uh-huh. Well, um, I have to go to class, so...." I start to walk off again, and he looks at his schedule and follows me.
"Do you know where Mr. McCorkle's room is?"
What the actual fuck? "Follow me....."
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"When people think of Hitler, they don't usually think of how intelligent he was......."
I pass a note discreetly to Terra, who writes along with what Mr. McCorkle is saying.
New guy, back row, to seats over from the window.
Hurridly, so she doesn't miss the lesson, Terra scribbles back.
I saw. Hot. What's his name?
Thantos.
... *facepalms* what? people name their kids that?
I guess so. He helped me pick up my books when some ass hat shoved into me and made me drop them. My drawings were EVERYWHERE!!!!!!
Hot and a gentleman. but his name..... Oh God.
I bet it was Carter who ran into me.
Shut up. :p
"And this plan seems similar to which plan?" Mr. McCorkle asks. I raise my hand.
"The Schlefflin plan."
Thantos leans back in his seat and casually looks out the window, where it seems to be a perfect day for kite-flying. He places interlaced fingers behind his head, and his black tee shirt falls down his arms a bit.
The bell rings for lunch, and, inwardly, I groan.
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"Hey, so this Thantos guy. He should sit with us at lunch." Terra says, pushing me aside and opening my locker for me. "When are you going to learn to open this? Jesus, Day."
"I'm pretty sure that you're doing that thing you do when you ship me with someone..... so, no." I tell her, putting my books in my locker and pulling out my thermos of tea. My locker is shut softly, and I spin the lock, walking down the hallway with Terra.
"Oh, come on, pleeeeeease." She makes a puppy dog face at me and I sigh, rolling my eyes. Which, of course, is a yes.
