I stop vaping and pull out a piece of mint gum. I'm nervous my mom will find out. Chomp... chomp...chomp. I can hear my teeth grinding in my ears.
"Selah, please don't tell anyone about my shoplifting today," I say before we part ways."Yeah, no worries. I deleted your cop lecture photos anyway—all but one. I had to keep one for the hell of it," Selah smirks."Delete ALL of them. I don't want anyone to know about my issue. Especially Sammy. Like I need a sister lecture," I roll my eyes."Nat, just tell me why you do it. Why do you shoplift?" Selah asks."Well, one, it's easy. I haven't been caught yet. And number two, I'm not telling you about number two," I say.The truth is I've been shoplifting more than the things I want. I've been lifting canned goods, bread, and milk. I drop them off at Chad's house. His dad just lost his job. And money is tight. So, I've been shoplifting groceries for them for a few months now. Selah doesn't need to know about their hardships. I've even dropped off a few cans over to her place in the middle of the night.I want to be a good person. But I feel like something is missing inside. Something bigger than myself. If I or someone else could help me find that inner spark, that inner whatever it is. Maybe I would be okay.For now, Selah doesn't need to know the truth. That I shoplift and donate, lift, and donate. I can't afford to help people. And if my peers knew, I'd be labeled a 'good girl.' And I know I'm not one. I leave Selah. I head inside and find Sammy."I bought you something, Nat," Sammy says.She tosses bubblegum at me—my favorite flavor of pure bubblegum goodness."Thanks, Sammy.""You're welcome, Nat," Sammy smiles.I tuck the packet of bubblegum into my purse. I feel the sunglasses that I bought. I didn't give the other pair to Selah. Oh well, she didn't even know about them. The sunglasses have pink heart shapes all over them. I hand them to Sammy."Here, sissy, these are for you," I say."Oh, thanks, Nat. I just broke my shades this morning," Sammy comments.She tries them on and places them on her head. As usual, everything looks perfect on her. Those glasses would make my head look like Jupiter. As if that'd be attractive."Natalie, don't look at me like that," Sammy yells. She knows I'm comparing myself to her."What?" I play dumb."Don't... what... me. You look good in everything you wear too," Sammy tries to comfort me.Sammy and Selah have ganged up on me in the past. They've tried showing me photos with compliments. They've tried this and that. Buying me sexy underwear, giving me new dresses, and taking me to makeovers. Nothing satisfies me.I'm never going to look like "them." Them is everyone else, who isn't me. The popular girls from school or famous celebrities with their lips smacking hard on TV. I don't like celebrities. They are skinny, perfect, and have clothing lines named after them. They even have perfumes dedicated to their dogs.I want to be one of them. Plastered on the cover of a magazine. Looking perfect, thin, and with my life together. But that simply isn't me.I'm stressed. Stressed and poor. My jaw hurts again. My secret habit is to bite myself on my forearm until I bruise. I'm not trying to hurt myself. I need to relieve the tension in my jaw. Gum can't always fix the clenching, grinding, and oral sensation that biting myself can."Natalie, hello in there?" Sammy says, snapping me back into my imperfect life."What? I love my new sunglasses too," I pull out my cheetah patterned shades. I put them over my eyes. Tears start to come. I open up the bubblegum Sammy gave me."I need to go to the bathroom," I lie to getaway."Meet me here when you're done," Sammy says."Okay," I say out of habit.I run to the bathroom. I splash water into my face. I spit the gum into the toilet. I lift the sleeve of my sweater and bite three times in the same spot. A bruise starts to form. Ouch... I hurt myself again. Dumbass.I grab rubbing alcohol and pour it over my wound. I find a band-aid and hide my bite with the biggest patch I can find. I pull my sweater down, so Sammy won't see my arm. I can't let her know I've started biting again."I'm back, Sammy," I say."Great, I have some news to tell you. I got a job." She stares at me."Where?" I ask."At the Penna Bakery. I'm going to make donuts, cookies, and bread," she finishes."Congrats, Sammy," I tell her. I hug my sister.Why do I always look like a loser compared to her? She can always tell when I compare myself to her. Maybe I should get a part-time job too."There's more, Nat. I told them about your baking skills. And they want to interview you tomorrow," Sammy says."Thanks, Sammy. Not sure I can go. I'm giving horseback riding lessons tomorrow," I remind her."This is a weekend bakery job they are hiring for. Like 3-4 hours a week," she says."I will think about it. Thanks," I say. I head to my room. I shut the door behind me. I sit on my bed and snuggle my orange tabby cat, Cinnamon. I fall asleep dreaming of better days to come.I wake up. It's morning. I slept through dinner again, unbelievable. It's 5:30 am, time to eat breakfast and head to the stable. The smell of horses first thing in the morning always calms me down.I ride my bike to my aunt's house. She's about three miles away from me. The morning air feels cool and refreshing. I smell spring and feel the dampness of dew against my face.The stable has that deep aroma of fresh hay. Carmel, my companion, walks over to me and eats oats from the palm of my hand. I brush the knots out of his mane. I get ready to ride. The saddle feels like home. And off we go.The backwoods and the large river within them are my favorite places to be. This is my Narnia, away from everyone else. Carmel drinks the water from the stream. I check my watch. Damn, it's almost 7:00 AM.I take out my breakfast bar and eat it. I wish I weren't hungry. I hate feeling hungry. Hunger equals food. And food equals fat. I toss the breakfast bar in the river and decide not to eat. My bo
I get home. It's the weekend. I want to sleep. Sleep makes my boredom pass. After an hour, my mother knocks on the door."You okay, Natalie?" My mother asks.As usual, she can tell something is wrong. And, of course, I am obligated to respond. Why is she, my interrogator? It gets old. It comes from the love she has for me, barf. Maryanne and I used to be close. But then, as Sammy and I grew up, she favored Sammy. She always chose Sammy. Sammy forever!That's why my dad is my favorite parent. He's there for me. I understand my mom is attempting to cover the "hole" in Sammy's life. The hole that her loser dad walking out on her has created. But nothing can fill it. Not even water. If anything, water makes holes deeper over time with erosion. That's my mom. She's the water in Sammy's life. Making it harder for her to be normal and move on. My mom erodes her daughter's away with her false praise."If you want to know, mom... I might break up with Chad," I finally say after minutes of noth
Chad leaves. And I feel like shit for breaking up with him. I mourn the summer we will not have together—my stomach aches and churns from the breakup. I will regret this breakup in the morning.I look at the clock; it turns from 1 to 4 am in five minutes. I can't sleep. I walk downstairs into the kitchen to see what alcoholic filth and flavors are available for my underage sorrows.I sneak down the stairs, pausing with each step. I hold my breath in. I don't want anyone to see, hear, or know I exist on the stairs. I want an invisibility cloak like Harry Potter. To disappear into the air and not be viewed by anyone. That must be nice.I go into the alcohol stash my mom has hidden away. She thinks I don't know about it. But I always have. I remember her pulling the toaster oven back and finding that moveable wall tile. And behind the tile, alcohol.I pull the tile aside and find the honey-colored whiskey. I grab one of my dad's shot glasses from his travel collection. The shot glass say
It's happened again-me, forcing my dumb ass to throw up. I head into the bathroom and use the mouth wash to hide the after-taste of vomit.I go into my sister's closet to grab a large hoodie, to feel normal again. Her bedroom is neat, pink, and uncluttered. She has her life together more than I ever will. I see the plethora of teen gossip, fashion, and prom magazines scattered on her bed.I sit on Sammy's bed. The models are perfect. Their eyes all different shades and hues. I will never look like these beautiful Amazonian women. I look like me, but with the circumference of Jupiter as my waistline. The thought of my weight makes me never want to eat again.I don't trust the numbers on my sister's broken scale. It's off by 40 pounds. It says I weigh 110. When I know, I'm 150. I know what deceit looks like. I wish she would buy a new one that works.Another reason I don't want to get a license. I don't want a mug shot taken. Who needs their mug shot and weight amount on the same damn p
I wake up sober. Sunday has a better vibe to it than Saturday. I look around my room and see Selah sleeping. I sneak out of my room and tiptoe quietly to the door. The door squeaks behind me. Go figure. Maryanne, my mom, has made coffee. I haven't seen dad in a while. He's been on a business trip.I grab two ugly poodle-shaped mugs and fill them with hot chocolate and coffee. I hike back to my room and find Selah awake. The coffee is hot as hell, and I almost spill it on her. She grabs the coffee from my hands."Thanks, Nat. So, have you had the chance to ask your parents about Italy? I still want you to go," Selah says."Umm, not yet. It's been a lot of drama, with the breakup and my job interview. I still have a few months to ask. Don't worry, I will. Promise," I say.Selah grabs a towel from my small closet. She unzips her backpack and gets her fancy salon shampoo out."I'm going to shower," she says."That's fine," I say.I sit on my bed. Cinnamon cuddles me and purrs. She knocks
Monday morning arrives. Chad has three days left until he moves. I don't want to see him. It will make it harder for me. If I don't see Chad, I won't be sad. Seeing Chad means feeling, crying, and yuck.Maryanne comes into my room. Half the time, I call her mom, and the other half Maryanne. Lately, she's been the distant Maryanne type. When she tries to get close to me, she's mom. When she favors Sammy, she's Maryanne. I wish dad were back from his pointless business trip.As Maryanne comes in, I decide to fake sick. I can always sneak out later and ride Carmel into the deep dark woods. I pull my legs into my stomach and decide my stomach has the flips."Good morning, Natalie. It's time for school," Maryanne says."I don't feel well," I lie. She feels my head, checks my pulse, and gets me water."Is this about Chad?" She asks."Yes..." I say. I give my mom the satisfaction of guessing correctly."Oh, don't you worry, honey. You can have a mental health day. Take your time. I know you a
A few days pass, and Chad is almost gone. Selah doesn't know about Collin Abernathy. There's nothing wrong with having a secret friend. She didn't like Collin in grade school anyway, and she won't like him now.I focus on school and take notes for once. I flunk my English test. I guess drawing pictures all over it was, in fact, a horrible idea.Chad and I don't talk. Seeing him will make my sad feelings surface. Is Collin, right? Is Chad a big dumbass? Chad's been my best guy friend for so long. I guess I never considered other guys don't normally shoplift or smoke. Has he really had a bad influence on me? Or have I been a bad influence on him? I text Collin in my study hall.Me: Where are you?Collin: At work. Why?Me: Can we hang later this week?Collin: Really?Me: Yes...why?Collin: Thought you didn't like me.Me: I do.Collin: When does your boyfriend leave town?Me: He leaves tomorrow.Collin: How about I see you after Mr. BF is gone.Me: Collin... he is NOT my bf.Collin: Whate
Where am I? Ugh, my head. Oh right, I crashed at Collin's house. Oh my gosh, I... CRASHED...AT...COLLIN'S HOUSE...Why do I do this to myself?I decided to find a new outfit. The dresser appears to have an outfit laid out for me. It's a sundress and leggings.Okay, I hate dresses. But its clothes and I can work with them. At least they come with leggings.I walk downstairs and feel like an idiot. My eyes find Collin's light green ones. I catch my breath. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm supposed to be sad about Chad leaving."I see you found a new outfit. My mom laid it out for you," Collin says.Does his mom know I'm here? Shit."What did you tell her?" I ask."That you were studying at the tavern too late and needed a place to crash," Collin says."I don't know what to say," I reply."How about thank you," he says. He comes over to me and pulls down my jaw with his hand."It's easy. Thank...you," he repeats, moving my jaw up and down to get me to say his words back to him.But I'm