A Weightless Death

A Skinny Death«»Chapter One

Chapter One

 

                I bang the door of the dressing room open, making a few other customers jump.

                “It looks hideous!” I sob to my best friend.

                “Shh, shh. Its okay.” Jane, my best friend of eleven years, coos.

                “I thought this was going to be the one! But look at me!” I motion to the mirror.

                My large stomach is purging out the cut-out sides of the one-piece bathing suit, and my thighs make it so you can barely see the bottom half.

                I was looking for the perfect swim suit for the beach next week. We had finally convinced our parents to let us drive down the Gulf for a weekend all by ourselves. My parents easily said yes. As long as we called every few hours, they would be fine. Jane’s mother did not approve of the plan, however. Jane and  I offered to call to check in every few hours, then once and hour, and even once every thirty minutes, but Rebecca Doan was not budging. She said the only way that we we’re going was if we had a  GPS on us at all times, and that Jane would FaceTime her every hour. She said nothing about me. You see, Mrs. Doan doesn’t like me. I don’t know what I did ,because in kindergarten through fourth grade she loved me, but in fifth grade, she hated me. Jane once told me that her mom said that I’m a bad influence. Jane doesn’t care, and says her mom is just jealous. Of what, I don’t know.

                Jane’s mother also decided that she would accompany us to go shopping, to make sure that we got “beach appropriate” clothes. Okay, we may be seventeen, but that doesn’t mean were automatically sluts. We choose to leave that to the girls at our school. We aren’t like that, and nether are our bodies. But Mrs. Doan insisted to come with us.

                “No bikinis, no tankinis, nothing black, nor hot pink, nor red. No zippers, or cutouts. I don’t want any strings that someone can come up to you and untie.”

                So, basically, we are 17 going on 71. Fun.

                “I don’t want my daughter looking like a prostitute for lease, nor do I want her to be seen with anyone such as that.” Mrs. Doan looked straight at me when she said this.

                I sigh, and go back into the dressing room, shedding the beautiful beachwear. It was teal with light pink swirls, with little cut-out stripes on the sides. I loved this swimsuit. When I saw it, I grabbed it and went straight here.

                I put the thing back on the hanger and put my jeans back on. After I slide my Nike shirt over my head, I jam my feet into my flip flops and walk out.

                Jane is waiting for me, but her mother is nowhere to be found.

                “It went intimate section.” Jane makes a face of disgust.

                Jane’s mom is kinda average in the body department. She doesn’t have a thigh gap, but not a double chin either.

                I roll my eyes at Rebecca’s being a hypocrite. “Let just go find some suits.” I say, strolling back into the swim section, with Jane on my heels.

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Welcome to A Skinny Death! I am not going to advertise this, so if you could please leave a comment on how you discovered this little story, I would love it! But just because I'm not advertising, doesnt mean that you cant! If you give a shout-out, I'll give you one, and dedicate my next chapter to you! I also want to try and have this story done by the end of summer! And, please, I cant stress this enough, PLEASE VOTE! I would like to get this story noticed! But im not the type of person to leave long A/N's so dont expect them at every chapter.

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