Between the Raindrops | ✓

Ch.7 | Breath Mints

B E T W E E N

T H E

R A I N D R O P S

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Do you ever wish that school was only two days out of the week? I, personally, think more people would benefit from a five day weekend, as opposed to two. Who wants to sign my petition?

I mumble incoherent phrases as I make my way into the bathroom. I didn't even bother looking at myself in the mirror after discarding my clothes onto the floor and stepping into the shower.

I'm too tired to even weigh myself.

After several minutes of standing under the hot water, I sigh while stepping out of the warmth of my shower and into the coolness of the bathroom air.

Wrapping my towel around my waist, I walk over to my closet to pick out an outfit for today.

I cringe at the thought of wearing blue jeans with my purple sweater again, so instead, I wonder to the very back of my closet in search of something better.

Instead of my normal blue jean pants, I find a pair of black skinny jeans that I honestly don't remember owning. I smile seeing that they are the stretchy kind, and happily pull them on over my underwear. I am surprisingly amazed at how well they fit me, clinging to every curve of my body.

Browsing through my tops, I stumble upon a red blouse with a v-neck collar and put it on over my bra. I look at myself in the mirror and I frown. Feeling very self-conscious of every curve of my body, I pull out my black cardigan and put it on over the red blouse.

I smile once my outfit is set and then I look down at my small shoe collection, which is indeed very small.

You see, normal girls have rows upon rows of different shoes. Heels, wedges, sandals, flip flops, sneakers, etc. I, however, have only four pairs of shoes. First, there is my black Doc Martens. Second, there is my purple and black pair of converse. Last but certainly not least, there is my black pumps that I have only worn a grand total of one time during one of my mom's dinner parties.

I stand in my closet holding my pair of black pumps for about twenty minutes, before my mother bursts through my bedroom door.

Thanks for knocking mom.

"Addie, what on earth are you doing? You're definitely going to be late now!" Mom scolds, rounding my bed to meet me in my closet.

"I um... I'm debating something." I mumble, still clinging to my pair of black pumps.

"Are... are you going to wear heels to school?" My mom can hardly contain her happiness. "My little girl is going to dress up?" She beams.

"Oh, I have a perfect necklace to go with that outfit! You're going to look beautiful! Oh, I can also curl your hair. You're already late, so might as well have a good reason!" She smirks.

I desperately want to curl up in a ball, and tell her I just wasn't going to school today.

"Mom..." I whine, "I didn't say I agreed on wearing the heels yet."

"Well, why not? You'll look perfect!" She smiles, though it has faltered a little.

"No I won't. I'll look stupid." I huff, placing the heels on the floor of my closet.

"Goodness Addie, I don't know why you put yourself down so much, you're gorgeous." My mom rolls her eyes.

"You just don't get it mom. I don't feel gorgeous. Besides, you're supposed to say that. It's the law for mothers." I cross my arms over my chest.