Still Hungry? [Short Chapters]

Chapter Three

I was sitting on the plane, on my way to America. I hadn't visited family for like four years, so spending time with them was gonna be good. I couldn't wait. 

I love being in America, the way they make a big deal out of everything! Like Thanksgiving, and the fourth of July. Plus where i was staying for the month had insanely hot weather! Yeah, i was staying in Arizona. It was like heaven on Earth! There was the sun, the sand, the cold ice-lollies, the hot guys! Not to mention the frequent sightings of celebrities! I closed my eyes and imagined being on the beach, literally two minutes away from where i was staying. I could feel the sea water gently teasing my toes, enticing me in. Smelling the suncream that filled the air mixed with ice-cream and fast food. The sounds of people talking in a relaxed tone and music coming from the restaurants close to the beach infected my mind. Everyone laughing, and singing along to the music. Mmmmm. 

I drifted off in to light sleep and soon was awoken by my mum, shaking my shoulder telling me that we were here already. I looked at the clock, i'd been asleep for five hours almost. As the plane landed on landing strip and passengers fought there way to the front of the plane, i stayed back crushed beneath all the hand luggage and crowd of people. 

I felt my dad's hand find me through the sea of middle-aged holiday makers and summer break teens, he pulled me towards them and we soon got off the plane and in to the airport. 

After finding all out things together and getting a taxi from the airport to where we were staying, we finally arrived at my Uncle Paul's loving, beach house! I ran inside and grabbed my Uncle Paul round the waist, squeezing him tight. I looked up at him. 

'Hey hey, kidda! You guys finally made it!' he said with a massive smile on his face.

'Ive missed you Uncle Paul!' I replied. 'Where's Auntie Dianne?'

'She's on the porch sweetie, i don't think she's heard you come in!' 

I ran over to the porch doors and flung them open, greeting my Auntie Dianne with a hug and a smile. 

'Hello darling! You're here!' She stood up and returned the hug before going back in to the house and welcoming my parents. 

'I'll go unpack my things!' I said enthusiastically. I loved the bedroom i had here, it was right out in to the ocean, it was beautiful at night. It was beautiful through the day too, but i loved the way the moonlight bounced off the water and shined through my window. It was special. 

I opened my suitcase and began to unpack, tidying everything away in to my temporary bedroom. I looked down at the suitcase, noticing the skirt my mum had bought me for the holiday. It was gorgeous! It was from top-shop, i loved it. I collected it from the suitcase and tore my jeans off to try it on. I hardly ever wore skirts, like ever. This skirt was probably the one skirt i had that was'nt size four to five years. I didn't even hardly have any dresses or any summer clothes really, i lived in England so, there wasn't much sun! 

I pulled on the skirt and walked over to the mirror to examine it on my body. I couldn't help but stare down at my massive legs. They were huge. I cant go out like this, people will be looking at me. What will they even think?! i thought as i slided the skirt off my body and folded it away. I sat on my bed and thought about my legs, thought about how long they've looked liked that. 

From then on i developed a massive hatred for my body. Especially my legs. I couldn't even look at my body anymore, I thought it was disgusting. I hated every part of me after looking through that mirror and seeing the size of my legs in that skirt. This wasn't around the time that i stopped eating though, i mean, if food was put on my plate i would eat it. I wasn't going to turn it down or anything.

I instantly started crying, i broke down right in my bedroom and couldn't even bare to look in the mirror again. I started rapidly bouncing my legs up and down whilst i sat on the bed, trying to make them look at least a little bit more decent. I looked down at the flab, watched it moving and shaking. I felt sick. My legs were awful. 

I grabbed my jeans and covered them up again before wiping the tears from my eyes and standing up trying to ignore everything that had just happened.

My mum called up and told me to get ready for a day out at a theme park, so i decided to get in the shower before we went. I'd been on the plane for hours and it was hot and sweaty, so i definitely needed one. I went in the bathroom, looking around at the new tiles and flooring. It was so modern, so futuristic. 

I undressed and got in the shower, trying not to look at my legs again. I just couldn't bare the thought of them. I washed my hair and cleaned my body but before leaving I started shaking my legs about in the shower, tapping my feet, fidgeting about, trying to get that little bit more weight off and make them look a bit better. 

I got out the shower and got dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans, a vest top and a jacket. I fixed my hair and applied some make-up before going downstairs. 

'What you wearing jeans for Callie? You've got all them dresses and summer clothes upstairs, take  that jacket off as-well!'

'Im okay mum, honestly. Im fine.'

'Its red hot, go and put something cooler on.' 

'No, I'm okay I'm really cold.'

'Fine whatever, do what you want Callie.' 

My mum stormed off out the room. She'd just spent £250 on new clothes and there was no chance i was gonna go out in public wearing them. Me and my mum always argued, i was never really close to her. She'd find petty things to have a go at me over, and the way she spoke to me sometimes was awful. I sometimes wondered what i'd ever done wrong.

Before going out i had my usual bowl of Special K, i hadn't eaten in hours! I was so hungry. I grabbed myself a bowl from the cupboard and a box of Speical K i had brought with me, filled the bowl with the cereal and topped it with milk. 

After eating, we all set out to a theme park. I wasn't really in the mood, i just didn't feel up to it. I had jet lag and i hated rides anyways so i would just sit there watching everyone else go on the rides. 

I know i sound so depressing right now, but I'm honestly not a depressing person! I do actually hate rides..