“What about your dress.” She asked. “It’s yours if you want it.” I responded looking over at her and seeing she was about my size. “Are you kidding me? That’s a Julie Mason wedding gown.” This girl definitely kept up with her gossip magazines. “Yeah, I don’t need it anymore.” I said as I walked out. “Uh, thanks!” I heard as the door closed behind me. I stepped out onto the busy city sidewalk and joined the bustle. I looked at each building I passed, desperate to find something to eat. Due to my mother being incredibly nervous about me not fitting into my dress this morning, I had not eaten for about
food on it. It must have been pre-made. Great. “Have a good day.” I chirped as I took my food. He just looked at me. If looks could kill, I swear I’d be dead. I turned from the counter, most of the tables in the place were empty and I chose one in the back corner. I took a bite of the burger. I don’t know if I was at point where just about anything would taste incredible, but it had to be the best burger I had ever eaten in my entire life. I plowed through it, and then moved on to the equally delicious fries. It felt so good to eat. It felt even better to eat food I knew I shouldn’t be eating. Since becoming a part of The Spencers I was only allowed to eat what my nu-
I guess it was time to face the music, or maybe I could wait just a bit longer. twenty-seven hours, except for snacks I managed to sneak past her. Eventually I stumbled across this whole in the wall burger joint and walked in. “Welcome to Burger Bonanza, my name is Johnny and I’d be happy to take your order,” Johnny’s tone definitely said otherwise as he babbled the pre-written script. I smiled at him and he proceeded to stare through me. “Could I just have a burger and fries please?” I asked as he pushed the buttons on the register, never taking his eyes off me. His teenaged face seemed sunken and miserable, his greasy, black hair cut over one eye. He was a bit scary. “Eight dollars and thirty-one cents, please.” He mumbled, almost inaudibly. I handed him my card and he ran it through the machine, then handed it back without another word. I guess he didn’t keep up with his gossip magazines, thank God. He reached behind him and grabbed a tray with my
tritionist told me. God forbid I gain a pound. I cleaned the grease off of my fingers, and pulled out my cell phone that had been on silent since that morning, and saw I had thirty-two missed calls and forty-seven text messages. I guess it was time to face the music, or maybe I could wait just a bit longer.
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