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on me as I pushed through the front door. My stomach growled as I peeled off my shoes. Unfortunately, the exertion of the bike ride had done nothing to ease my nerves, but it did make me hungrier. I still had my lunch in my backpack, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough, not with how Mom packed. I headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge, scouring it for anything I could sneak upstairs unnoticed.
    I needed two things right now: food and peace. Anyone who interfered with either was in for a nasty surprise when I bit their head off.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Mom demanded from the other side of the fridge door.
    I ignored her and continued searching for something edible.
    “I packed you a lunch!”
    I shuffled some items around, still searching.
    “What’s going on in here?” Dad yelled, stomping up from the basement.
    “Marcus, look. She’s going to ruin her diet,” She whined, turning to him for backup.
    I grab bed an eighty-calorie strawberry yogurt and slammed the fridge door shut. Mom scanned my hands to see what I took.
    “If you eat that you’re going to be over your limit,” Mom tried t o reason as I walked around her, grabbing a spoon from the drawer. Dad crossed his arms but remained silent.
    “Yeah, well, I really don’t care right now!” I shouted.
    She blocked my path from the kitchen.
    “No more diet!” I exploded.
    Mom’s eyes grew wide. “What – You can’t…” She stammered. Dad stayed quiet.
    “I can,” I stated. “So don’t push me, or else I’ll leave and never come back!” My threat caused Mom’s jaw to drop. Dad put his hands on her shoulders, slowly pushing her out my way.
    “Alright, alright, enough of this. Annabelle, you may go eat your yogurt in your room,” Dad said.
    I quickly fled the kitchen and ran up the stairs. I slammed my bedroom door shut, rattling the windows. I could feel my temperature rising with my anger.
    They can kiss my fat ass!
    No one bothered me for a couple of hours. They had a few brain cells after all, and noticed I wasn’t in the best of moods to be quarreled with.
    I had finally cooled down when there was a timid knock on my door. My dad told me we were all going to Luigi’s for dinner. Smart choice, seeing as good Italian food was the only thing that had a chance of getting me out of my room peacefully.
    Then I was informed that today was going to be a ‘pass day’.
    But once we were seated in the restaurant, the smart brain cells didn’t stick around, not where my mother was concerned anyway.
    “Please, Annabelle, get diet cola not regular,” Mom begged in front of our waitress. “Please for Mommy!”
    I stared at her and shook my head.
    She was crazy.
    Did she not understand the concept of a pass day?
    We were at an Italian restaurant where my favorite food, spaghetti and meatballs, was their specialty. I hadn’t had spaghetti in a month and a half!
    Calories at home can be monitored more easily than at a restaurant! My mind mimicked in Mom’s voice, repeating what she had said when I started this diet.
    I ignored her plea and ordered: “I want a regular cola, please.”
    Mom let out an exasperated breath and dramatically flipped open her menu, scanning the drink selection for herself.
    “Since a certain someone doesn’t want to make the healthy decision, I’ll go ahead a get that diet cola. Maybe she’ll change her mind later,” Mom told the waitress, letting out a little giggle as if to say, ‘Oh this girl, she’s fat and doesn’t know dieting should be a way of life for her. Because she’s fat. Oh, did I forget to mention she’s fat? That’s because she’s fat, and fat people shouldn’t drink regular cola, it’ll only make them fatter!’
    Wow, she ha d no limits.
    Mom had no problem acting like a fool in public just to make her point.
    To put it simply: dinner was a disaster.
    But I didn’t care.
    I got to eat spaghetti with meatballs for the first time in nearly two months!
    If I had to sit