Chapter 7

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I felt slightly like a badass after what I said to her, but I feel like it had no affect on her since, I'm fat and ugly well she's pretty and skinny.
Where's Alex, I feel like I have to work out now, or try and do something.
I wanted my body to change so badly. I wanted Kim Kardashian body. I didn't want my body.
I walked through the house in search of him, but he was no where.
Maybe I should do the run we did last time.

I changed into tights and running shoes before I took off.
Once I was out of the gate, I tracked left down the rich people road. Since Alex wasn't with me, talking to me and distracting me, I could feel the slow burn in my chest already, and the pain in my legs.
The houses on this street were very nice looking and they all suited each other. Ben, my fathers house was the most grandest on the street though. And it maybe me wonder, how could a lawyer afford an amazing house and so much of the extras.
Yes I believe he could be a good lawyer, after all the arguing and the winning. He could convince anyone they were wrong about anything.

But what could cause him to go on a month trip. Maybe Amber was right. Maybe he did leave because of me. I did feel that Alex was keeping something from me when he said he didn't know where he was. Why couldn't he tell me about a business trip?
What a coincidence it had to be the day I came.
These thoughts pushed me harder, the pain in my chest intensified. But I pushed past it.
I wasn't jogging that fast, and I hadn't been jogging for that long, maybe half an hour. And I was already dying. But I didn't stop running. I had to get fit. I have to have that body.
It may take me a month to get it, but I will.

Wait. Valerie doesn't have a job, does she?
No. She is alway at home.

Who would hire her anyway, all she dose is tan, and act like a spoilt teenager.
Just like her uptight daughter.

So where dose all the money come from?
I'm definitely over thinking this, he's probably a great lawyer.

I hate my dads family, besides Alex. He's probably the only Reason I'm still here at this place. But this place is way better than my old town, I'm grateful I moved. Talking about my old town, I should text the Tattooist soon.

I was brought back out of my head by the stabbing pain in my chest. I had ran for an hour, and I had to stop. I'm sure I would of had a heart attack if I didn't.
My breathing was hard and uncontrollable.
It felt as if I was inhaling knives, well someone kept stabbing my chest with a pitchfork. I really don't like this pain, I really don't. But it's Necessary if I want to be able to get the body I want.

I sat down on the curb, slowing my breathing.
The sun was high in the sky, with not a cloud to be seen. The sky had a Magnificent blue tint. That was my new favourite colour. Sky blue.
It was so vibrant and... blue. Not the colour on a colour wheel. The colour of the sky. It seemed to be a lot of different blues though.

A black car drove up to me and stopped in the middle of the road. This is the first car I have seen all day. Strange, everyone must be at work.
"You're pretty for a plus-sized girl." A man said rolling down the window. "Thanks?" I asked. He practically called me fat. You never call a lady fat even if they are. Stupid men never learn.
This man gave me the creeps.
I stood up and started walking.
The car drove slowly beside me. "do you live on this street?" The man asked. "No, look at my clothes dose it look like I would?" It's true, I don't live here. I'm homeless, I'm just staying with them for a bit. But it's not like I would tell him that.
The guy drove away, with out saying anything else.
I shivered in Disgust. What if he was a kidnapper. I've heard of people that drive around rich neighbourhoods, looking for people to hold for ransom.

What if I was kidnaped? Would my dad even pay the ransom? Would anyone pay my ransom?

I walked quietly down the street, lost in my thoughts. Half an hour pasted before I turned around and started jogging home.
My tummy rumbled and I realise I hadn't had breakfast.
My mussels ached and complained all the way back to the mansion.

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