Fat Chances by Wilsoncroft J.S

Author:Wilsoncroft, J.S. [Wilsoncroft, J.S.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Write More Publications
Published: 2013-12-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

A week went by and I was feeling more miserable now than when I was lying in the hospital bed half naked with my knee the size of a cantaloupe. Even though my knee felt better, my heart didn’t. It was breaking. Actually, more like shattering. Each day that went by that I didn’t hear from Cory felt like tiny pieces of my shattered heart was stabbing me inside my chest. It was my fault that he had left and I didn’t blame him. But part of me was wishing, no, hoping that he would come back and tell me that he was not taking no for an answer.

Every day after school, I would lay in my bed and listen for the soft purr of his Mustang pulling into the driveway. But each day he didn’t. Every time the phone rang, my heart would stopped as I listened and waited for someone to call my name, telling me that it was Cory on the phone, but no one did.

I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t care about anything and I didn’t want to do anything except stay in my room and cry. Even Mom and Dad gave up trying to talk me into coming downstairs to eat dinner or to watch a movie with them.

Molly tried a few feeble attempts to talk to me, but I sensed that she was still pissed. She only did it so Mom would quit bugging her.

“Annie, will you please tell me what’s wrong?” Natalee begged as I stood in front of my locker, throwing my math and science book in it without a care. It was lunch time and the thought of food still made me ill. All I could think about was Cory and how badly I treated him and the look in his eyes when I accused him of playing mind games with me.

I turned around to face Natalee. I had been avoiding her all week, as well. She knew that I was upset about something and, being my best friend and all, she knew to give me some space and that I would eventually tell her what was bothering me. But it had been a week and I think her patience had run its course.

“Well?” She leaned against the locker, glaring at me with her big blue eyes. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, exposing her perfect, high cheek bones.

I blew out a jagged sigh. “Let’s go find a table first,” I suggested, then turned towards the cafeteria. She quietly followed behind me. We found an empty table on the far left corner and sat down. I watched her as she opened up her lunch bag. The brown bag was old and wrinkled from many uses. She pulled out an apple, two bottles of orange juice, and two sandwiches.

She pulled one of the sandwiches out of the plastic bag then peeled the top bread off to inspect it.

“UGH! Is that peanut butter and pickles?” I could taste the bile in the back of my throat as I started to gag.

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