My Life In Black And White by Natasha Friend (Chapter: Ifonlyifonlyifonly)
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On Monday morning, I woke with a pit in my stomach. Why did I agree to this? What was I thinking? Then Came of rap on my door in my mother's voice. Why is it shine? Her chipper tone, plus the Lord and Taylor gift box in her hands made me want to die about the window. Happy first day of school, she said. Be me. I bought you a little Alfie. I hope you like it. If you don't well, we'll just go back and exchange later I nodded, afraid that if I open my mouth out of barf here, she handed me the box. Take a look. I'm not it again trying to smile. But when I lifted the lid and pill back, the layers of tissue I've felt sick inside was a floaty cream color blouse in a lab ITER skirt and broader with tiny and cream colored flowers. Thanks, Mom, I murmured, Don't you love it? I thought the blouse was darling, and the detailing on the skirt makes a special without being too busy. I wasn't sure about sizes, she hesitated, but we'll just take it back if it doesn't work. I nodded, filling 10 times worse. My mother hadn't said a word about my weight since the accident. Full comments? Yes. Hair comments. Definitely. She freaked when she saw well Luna had done to me. But she had a yet crossed the line to wait. Even now she was back pedaling. I'm sure you're still the size to honey. Uh huh. I said knowing that I wasn't knowing that she knew it too. Do you want to try them on? She acts. Not right now. As I placed the clothes back in the box, I mumble something about Gem being a first period. And I wanted to get my new outfit sweaty. Which waas, of course. Total B s. I hadn't even seen my schedule. I will try. The more later I add it. Satisfied? My mother changed the subject to something even worse. Have you done your oil yet? Just like that? We were back to the face. I said I hated the oil. She said I had to do it anyway. Acts? What difference did it make? She acts that I hear what the doctor said about scar prevention. Then she whipped out a Beijing color bottle. Some kind of miracle foundation she discovered at the Lord and Taylor cosmetics department, especially for scars. She told me that after I did my oil, she would be happy to do my makeup. How does that sound? She eggs. I shrugged. I think this will really make a big difference. Honey, why don't we try it? Go nuts, I said, suddenly, too tired to argue. It's not like I could look any worse.