Chapter Eight

“Stop trying to fix your body. It was never broken.” – Eve Ensler.

Maisie

WHEN I CALLED my mom to inform her not to bother to pick me up because I was going to hang out with a friend, she couldn’t hide her surprise.

“Wow. This is new.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “You have no idea how happy I am about this. Go ahead. Have fun, honey and stay as long as you want.”

“Okay, mom. See you later.”

She even offered to pick me up when we’re done but I told her not to worry, that I’d find my way home.

“Boo!”

I jumped away from the sound like a startled rabbit and someone laughed. I narrowed my eyes at Avery, not at all amused by her laughing at my expense.

“It isn’t funny,” I deadpanned.

“I didn’t mean to startle you that much. But it was hilarious either way,”

“I’m starting to think that you like teasing me.”

She stopped laughing, and put her left hand to her chin, as if thinking about something. Then she shrugged, grinning. “I guess I do.”

I shook my head a little, smiling.

“You