chapter 4

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*Kellin’s view*

After mike left I got in my car and went exploring. I found a beach, an ice cream shop, and my favorite, a record store. I spent over $50 there and two hours looking through ever CD they had. I would definitely go back to the place again. When I was about to leave I saw a help wanted sign in the window. I guess I didn’t notice it when I came in. I ask the cashier about it and he said that it was a part time job, and that I would make $10 an hour, no experience required, accept had to have great music taste. In my case I did. The owner just happened to be there that day and walked in on me and, I think his name was Hi-Me but his name tag said ‘Jaime’ I don’t know. The owner introduced himself and said his name was Tony. Tony and I had a chat and he said I could have the job if I wanted it. Of course I agreed and he said that I could start next week Monday-Thursday right after school, or as soon as I could get here. I thanked both of them and took my new CD’s to my car.

I got home about an hour later when really it should have only taken me 10 minutes to get home, but I still wanted to explore so I took the ultra-long way home. I pull into the driveway and see mom’s car there too. When I get inside mom tells me that our neighbors invited us over for dinner tonight.

Mom knows I hate going over to people’s houses for dinner because I’m embarrassed with my eating. I feel weird eating other peoples food, and plus I look like an absolute pig with all that food on my plate. Ugh I just want to eat in piece! Or maybe not eat at all. Mom would probably send me off to some hospital if she found out just how had my eating habits have gotten. She doesn’t know that when she’s not looking, I would take the spoonful of food I would have in my hand and feed it to my new puppy, Chrissy. She doesn’t know that after dinner I would go up to my room, turn my music up loud and throw up my dinner. She doesn’t know this stuff, and nor will she ever know. At around 6:30 mom tells me it’s time to go meet the neighbors.

“Mom, you know I don’t like eating at other people’s houses. Please don’t make me go.” She just gives me a sympathetic look and tells me it’s rude not to eat at people’s houses when you’re invited over.

We walk across the street, mom had her hair pulled back into a neat bun and wore skinny jeans, white wedges, and a light blue blouse. I wore black skinny jeans, a black button up, a black beanie, and my black vans. Mom said it was too much black but I just shrugged it off. I wear what I want!

Mom knocked on the door and mike opens it, inviting us in. the house was a bit smaller than ours but it was still nice. You walk into the living room, and behind it was the kitchen. To the left was a staircase and a hallway. Under the stairs was and under door to the basement. After mike finished giving us a tour we all sat down at the table and noticed Vic wasn’t here. Mike must have sensed my confusion and told me that he was upstairs. I just nodded and waited for the food to come out.

Mrs. Fuentes and mom talked and talked about womanly things. Mike and I just talked about bands. We like all the same bands and apparently so does Vic.  Mr. Fuentes brings out a plate full of tacos, rice, a bowl of salsa, and guacamole. As soon as he sets it down everyone lunges to get their food. Me on the other hand just sit and wait. I grab a small taco and a glass of water. I look over and see mom giving me a look telling me to get more so I put a scoop of rice next to my taco. She still seems unhappy but this is who I am and I’m not gunna change just to make a good impression on the Fuentes.  If they are gunna like me, they might as well like the real me. I pick at my taco and notice mike staring at me.

“What?” I ask. He just shakes his head and goes back to eating. Just then Vic makes an appearance and sits down between mike and Mr. Fuentes. He wore a red tank top, black skinny jeans, converse, and a backwards hat. He looked over at me and then at my plate. He seemed confused but just shrugged it off.

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