Buzz
I'm sitting in class, in my desk next to Brody, while I peer down at my phone.
Dad: Kenna?
Once again, I ignore him. I am honestly so done with his bullshit.
Instead, I look over at Brody, and I tap my pen on my paper. He catches me eye. "What is it?"
I continue tapping, and before I have a chance to answer, my English teacher begins her lecture on Romeo and Juliet.
I don't really listen, I drone off into outer space. I'm at my nana's farm, and I'm starting the quad. I have the mud gear along my legs, my rubber boots wearing heavy around my feet. The sun peers up just over the rain clouds. Perfect weather. I twist the ignition, loving the way the engine makes me feel alive.
Too bad my nana is away.
I snap back into reality, and I find Olivia peering at me, sitting in one of usually abandoned desks across the room.
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It's lunch time, and look into my locker for my lunch bag.
Shit, I forgot it.
Olivia whispers so close that I can hear her inside my head perfectly.
Now you won't get the calories.
I realize Olivia is right, and I feel okay about not bringing a lunch. At least now for today, I can be another step towards skinny. When there is no food there, how can I even have the option to take in the calories?
I meet Brody and Weston in the library, and we sit down and eat lunch like we always do. Well, they do.
Nobody asks why I'm not eating, and it's okay because I don't want people to ask. The last thing I need is for my friends trying to make me do something that I don't want to do.
Brody and Weston talks about God knows what, I'm not really paying much attention. I take out my phone, and I start searching up dieting tips.
"No sugar, no stomach."
"No wheat, no weight."
"10 super fruits and vegetables that make you drop 10 pounds in a month"
Before I know it, the bell has rung.
Looks like I better start making a diet list.
Before I go to my next class, I go into the bathroom. I look in the mirror. My hair is dead flat against my hair, and my face is red. I make a full circle, studying my figure in the mirror. My legs are tree trunks, my stomach is a balloon. My hips are giant rolls, and my arms are meaty.
Meaty.
Is that how I want people to see me?
My stomach growls, and I feel a slight ache. My body says I should eat, but I know I'm stronger than that.
Olivia walks out of one of the stalls, her perfect thin body and thigh gap showing off in her skinny jeans. She obviously works hard for what she has.
She doesn't speak, she meets my eyes through the mirror. Holding my gaze, her mouth stuck, unmoving, I already know what she doesn't have to say.
I stare down at the running water, and I think of how I could easily replace my aching stomach.
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Mirror Mirror
RandomKenna has issues with self image. She has problems with her biological father, step father, grandmother, and of course mother. And at the same time, she's struggling with identity, along with a boyfriend and peers. She begins to question, and she be...
