She's Back

Chapter 1 - A new start?

My life hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows. I had days that were better than others. I spent my summers with my grandparents, mostly because I wanted to get out of town and get as far away from my parents as possible. Yeah, they're not the best parent. But what can I do at this point? I didn't really have a choice. Spending time with my grandparents meant the sun and the sand was my life for about two months. But then it was back to the hell hole I called my hometown. Alot has changed over the summer, like my appearance. My once short raven colored hair was to waist length and my once potato like figure was gone. I was sort of determined to eat healthy and go for long walks and runs. My sweaters and sweat pants no longer existed.

I packed my bags and said my heart warming goodbyes to my grandparents I loved too much to put into words. I put my suitcase in my trunk of my mustang I had just bought over the summer and was on my way home. But for a while it felt like I was leaving my home, the home I was comfortable in , the home that didn't body shame me for being so mis-shaped for so long. I missed that home and soon it was no longer in site. It was about 5 hours before I could get back to my 'home' once again. The sun was high and the air smelled of salt and water, As I left the town I thought about when I was going to return. I haven't seen my mom in two months, they never texted or called once. they didn't to care about my well being and when did they?

I eventually see the sign that welcomes people into the town. Right then my once happy mood turns cold and my eyes narrow as I drive through the somewhat busy street in my all black mustang that roared loudly. It was attracting attention from people around me wondering who it could possible be driving that. But my windows were tinted and I had dark shades to cover my eyes. My long black hair was halfed as I places a black fedora with a big rim that hid my face. My body was something I was no longer ashamed of. In fact, when I became fit and shaped I spent a whole day with my grandparents shopping around for clothes I'd always wanted to wear.We even went as far was coloring my long hair as well, it now held some brown tones that made me look awesome in my opinion.My white cropped tank top hugged my body and showed off my shape. I wore a leather jacket over it and put on some distressed shorts that the old me would never consider wearing in her life. My boots were just the key to everything I loved about this outfit They were like construction worker boots, but they had a heel on the bottom and were black with hints of maroon on the seam.

I recognized a few familiar faces, but they didn't recognized me. It was strange to see that they would be awing my car and not even notice me. No one in my town had a car like mine. it was mostly hand me down trucks and some what nice cars if you were lucky enough. It was a town where everyone knew everything about anyone. It was mostly because no one could mind their own damn business.

I was thirsty from the long drive down here, so I stopped by one of the restaurants I used to come to when I was in town. I parked my car and proceeded inside. Once opening the door I was hit by the smell of fresh pancakes a the wonderful smell of newly made coffee. I took a seat on a stool in front of the counter and was handed a menu. I took off my glasses and looked through the somewhat sticky menu in my hands.

"What can I help you with ma'am " the waitress said as she pulls out her pen and notepad

"Um, I would like a order of fries and coffee to go please" I asked politely

She nodded her head as he wrote down my order and then took my menu off the table. I sat there watching the clock tick till my food would be ready. I then hear the sound of the bell above the door ring and some familiar voices are giggling in the background. It was voices I knew so well and understood who they belonged to. I then could hear them whisper as if they were having a conversation about me.The old me would have been scared out of her mind , or would run out of there for dear life. But the me now, could care less about them and how badly they treat people. I place my shades back on my face and continue to see that clock tick as I briefly brush a hand through my hair that hung off the stool to the back of me..