Heroine [Sillie]

+Breakfast & Her Bedroom+

Song: Sh-Boom by The Crew Cuts

+Millie+

"Twenty two inches. Shit." I sigh to myself as I get down on my knees at the edge of my bed and write down the measurements of my bust into a little notebook. I've been documenting my proportions for about a year now. I like to keep my body a certain way. As I was charting today's measurements, I noticed that my waist has gotten just an inch bigger from yesterday. I usually do this right before I eat so I don't even see how it could change. Maybe I'm eating too much and getting fatter. I let out a groan before my head falls down into my notebook and I run my hands over my head.

Maybe I've just measured myself wrong, I hope that's it. I mean I look the same as yesterday. Every day actually. I got an idea to stand up to look into the mirror above my dresser. It's too high, even when I stand on my tippy toes. So I settle for just looking down at my stomach. I don't think I'm fat. I just don't know anymore. Maybe I could look in the bathroom mirror. I go to my door and as I'm standing in the hallway, the doorbell rings. I run downstairs to go answer it and it was Sadie. I blushed. "Nice panties." She compliments. I look down at myself. Oh shit, I just answered the door in my bra and underwear. And they're not even cute, they're like neon pink panties with lime green polka dots and a plain white bra.

"Thanks I guess? What are you doing here?" I ask, folding my arms to cover my cleavage as I kind of cross my legs together. I'm so embarrassed. The red head grins and sticks her hands into the pockets of her baggy black capris. "I'm here to take your brother to school. Wanna come?" She offered. I pinch my brows together. "Don't you go to school, too?" I inquire. The red head rolls her eyes with a chuckle right before my brother came jogging down the stairs and to the front door. "What the hell, Millie? Go put clothes on." He tells me, probably because he's weirded out by me being almost naked in front of Sadie. The red head smiles. "Yeah, go get dressed. We'll be waiting in the car." I bite my lip and run up the stairs to go throw some clothes on.

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I sat in the backseat of the same car Sadie drove me home from our date in a couple days ago. I can't believe that actually happened though. I wonder if Sadie ever thinks about it because I think about it almost every day. It's distracting me from my writing. "Thanks Sades, I appreciate it. And you promise that you'll take Millie home as soon as you pull out of here, right?" Finn said as he got out of the car. The girl behind the wheel nods with a believable smile. "Of course. I just figured she'd like to get out of the house for a little."

"Okay, bye. Bye Mills, I'll come home on the bus." "Bye Finn." We say our goodbyes before he walks into school and Sadie drives away with me still in the backseat. It got really quiet in the car, which was really weird and uncomfortable, but then the girl behind the wheel started a conversation with me. "So to answer your question from earlier, no, I don't go to school very often. I'd like to say that I dropped out and I learn in my own little safe environment." She explained, glancing back at me through the rear view mirror a couple of times while driving. So she dropped out of public school to be what she considers homeschooled?

You know, in my four years of being homeschooled, I have encountered a lot of people who say that they wish they could be homeschooled. They say the same old "I could study whenever I want, eat whenever, wear pajamas twenty-four seven, and I don't have to deal with rude classmates or mean teachers." Yes, those are some of the pros of being homeschooled and yes I do take advantage of them from time to time, especially days where I feel too sad and lonely to get out of bed and like a big stack of bricks has fallen onto my chest. Back to the whole people claiming that they want to be homeschooled thing. They don't. No it's not a warning, they just actually don't. They're all bark and no bite, which is obnoxious and insulting to me.