I sit In my window and watch the rain fall. It's coming down really hard and a thunder claps. I jump a little and then close my eyes. I'm afraid of thunder storms, but that doesn't matter. I'm also afraid of spiders, diseases, snakes, sunburns, dogs, frogs, airplanes, hurricanes, and tornados, and I'm sixteen-but that doesn't matter. I hug my knees and wish that I could drive away. I wish that I could drive away to land with my boyfriend, Blaine, and my best friend, Liz.
I hate being home. My mom and my older sister Ruthie, always fight. My mom is a monster. As I think about it I touch the bruise that is right behind my ear lobe and I remember the striking pain the day it happened. I also remember the insults that were given. I can't stand anything my mother has to say and I can't believe I haven't jumped out of a window yet. All I hear is you're fat you're fat. My father left us when I was two and I inherit his fatness and so does Ruthie. For some reason, my mom thinks that that's her problem so she picks on me for it. I have been trying to diet but it's not easy. I almost weigh 300 pounds and I'm only sixteen. I'm fatter than an elephant.
"Mom, I can eat whatever I want and you are not I control of it," Ruthie is screaming at mom.
"I never said you couldn't eat whatever you wanted, all I'm saying is whatever you're wanting is making you fat," my mom screams back.
"You know what, mom. It doesn't matter. I don't care about what you have to say to me about my weight because I won't ever have to hear it again," Ruthie isn't yelling anymore.
"What do you mean?" My mom has the least bit of concern in her voice.
"I'm leaving and I'm not coming back,"
"You can't leave,"
"Why not?"
"You're seventeen, where are you gonna go?"
"John's"
I hear nothing but then I hear a smack. Then a pause, and then a door slam. My bedroom window looks out to the front yard and I see Ruthie marching out to her car and before she opens her car door she looks up so my window and waves me a goodbye, blows me a kiss, and mouths 'I love you'. I wave back at her and blow her kiss and say that I love her too. She speeds down the road and she wasn't coming back. I knew it without any reassurance.
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It was weird just seeing my sister drive away like that
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It's All About Food
أدب المراهقينCory, a sixteen year old girl, has been raised with an abusive mother who beats her physically and emotionally. The latest has been insults telling Cory she's fat. Cory takes a break from eating so she can please her mother but disasters occur wit...
