Young Annabelle Series: Young Annabelle, the Truth About James, What My Heart Wants by Sarah Tork Page B
Authors: Sarah Tork
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he turned to face the wheel again.
“Yeah, I’ll text,” He answered, green eyes shining through the darkness as he shifted the car back into drive.
Yay! I jumped up and down inside. I gave him back a regular smile, nothing that betrayed how my body screamed with crazy joy.
“Cool. Bye.”
“Bye,” He replied as I shut the car door. I took a few steps towards a house that wasn’t mine and heard his car pull away before I turned back and walked towards my house.
Wow! What a night! I thought, pulling the blanket over my body and turning to my side. I closed my eyes and prepared for sleep without doing my ritual of staring at the ceiling while it shot horrible things my way.
I was unbelievably happy.
There was nothing anyone could ever say that could bring me down again.
Not anymore.
CHAPTER 8
August 22 nd , 2012
166… What?
No, that can’t be right!
I stepped off the scale and let it reset. I tapped it again with my toe and waited until the digital display read zero. I stepped back on, the screen blink random numbers on and off until it finally settled on my weight.
166 pounds!
Shit!
There were days I could have gotten away with not losing any weight as long as I didn’t gain any either. But today was Wednesday, the one day each week where I was expected to have lost at least something .
Damn it! She’s going to blow a fuse when she finds out I didn’t lose anything!
I stepped off the scale and pushed the horrible thought aside and tried to think about last night.
With James.
My first kiss! I smiled widely, the thought sent tingles up my spine. I kicked the mean scale back underneath the sink and leaned over to grab my green toothbrush.
“ANNABELLE!”
Shit!
I could lie…
As I brushed my teeth, time ticked by, bringing me closer to the event with Mom. I contemplated lying about the weight, it was far more desirable than facing the wrath of that woman. But if she insisted on checking for herself and saw that I, in fact, didn’t lose weight, she’d never trust me again. She’d probably make me weigh myself in front of her from then on. I shook my head and pushed the idea away, not wanting to risk it.
“ANNABELLE!”
I began to feel panicked as I stared into the hallway. I was running out of options. I couldn’t even bolt out of the house claiming I’d be late for work.
I was off today.
Damn it, stupid work schedule.
“ANNABELLE!” Mom shouted for the third time from the foyer, sounding three times as impatient as the first time she yelled for me.
Damn it, woman!
Happy thoughts…think happy thoughts!
Think about James, he equals happy now.
Remember how he said he’d text you, I thought while trying to dissipate the growing ball of anxiety in my stomach. I took a deep breath and prepared to face the crazy woman. I stopped halfway down the stairs when I saw Mom sitting on the bottom step waiting for me.
I d idn’t even know where to begin…She’s plain crazy, lost it!
I s tared wide-eyed down the stairs and she turned around at the sound of my footsteps.
“What are you doing up there, can’t you see I’m waiting for you?” She complained, waving her little blue book in the air.
One day, I’m going to throw that stupid book into the fireplace , I imagined. I stared down at the book for a moment, shook off the image of its charred pages and continued my trek down the stairs to join her sadistic weekly tradition.
“Hurry up,” S he said, getting up and heading to the living room.
“Why are we going in there?” I followed slowly.
“Because I want to do this here,” She bent behind the couch and I heard her pick up something heavy.
“Do what here?”
She pulled out a white digital scale. I stared down at the brand new mean-machine in horror.
Where the hell did she get that?
And why?
“Mom, you know we already have a scale upstairs,” I said slowly, hoping it was all a big mistake.
M aybe she thought my scale was broken?
“That’s your
“Yeah, I’ll text,” He answered, green eyes shining through the darkness as he shifted the car back into drive.
Yay! I jumped up and down inside. I gave him back a regular smile, nothing that betrayed how my body screamed with crazy joy.
“Cool. Bye.”
“Bye,” He replied as I shut the car door. I took a few steps towards a house that wasn’t mine and heard his car pull away before I turned back and walked towards my house.
Wow! What a night! I thought, pulling the blanket over my body and turning to my side. I closed my eyes and prepared for sleep without doing my ritual of staring at the ceiling while it shot horrible things my way.
I was unbelievably happy.
There was nothing anyone could ever say that could bring me down again.
Not anymore.
CHAPTER 8
August 22 nd , 2012
166… What?
No, that can’t be right!
I stepped off the scale and let it reset. I tapped it again with my toe and waited until the digital display read zero. I stepped back on, the screen blink random numbers on and off until it finally settled on my weight.
166 pounds!
Shit!
There were days I could have gotten away with not losing any weight as long as I didn’t gain any either. But today was Wednesday, the one day each week where I was expected to have lost at least something .
Damn it! She’s going to blow a fuse when she finds out I didn’t lose anything!
I stepped off the scale and pushed the horrible thought aside and tried to think about last night.
With James.
My first kiss! I smiled widely, the thought sent tingles up my spine. I kicked the mean scale back underneath the sink and leaned over to grab my green toothbrush.
“ANNABELLE!”
Shit!
I could lie…
As I brushed my teeth, time ticked by, bringing me closer to the event with Mom. I contemplated lying about the weight, it was far more desirable than facing the wrath of that woman. But if she insisted on checking for herself and saw that I, in fact, didn’t lose weight, she’d never trust me again. She’d probably make me weigh myself in front of her from then on. I shook my head and pushed the idea away, not wanting to risk it.
“ANNABELLE!”
I began to feel panicked as I stared into the hallway. I was running out of options. I couldn’t even bolt out of the house claiming I’d be late for work.
I was off today.
Damn it, stupid work schedule.
“ANNABELLE!” Mom shouted for the third time from the foyer, sounding three times as impatient as the first time she yelled for me.
Damn it, woman!
Happy thoughts…think happy thoughts!
Think about James, he equals happy now.
Remember how he said he’d text you, I thought while trying to dissipate the growing ball of anxiety in my stomach. I took a deep breath and prepared to face the crazy woman. I stopped halfway down the stairs when I saw Mom sitting on the bottom step waiting for me.
I d idn’t even know where to begin…She’s plain crazy, lost it!
I s tared wide-eyed down the stairs and she turned around at the sound of my footsteps.
“What are you doing up there, can’t you see I’m waiting for you?” She complained, waving her little blue book in the air.
One day, I’m going to throw that stupid book into the fireplace , I imagined. I stared down at the book for a moment, shook off the image of its charred pages and continued my trek down the stairs to join her sadistic weekly tradition.
“Hurry up,” S he said, getting up and heading to the living room.
“Why are we going in there?” I followed slowly.
“Because I want to do this here,” She bent behind the couch and I heard her pick up something heavy.
“Do what here?”
She pulled out a white digital scale. I stared down at the brand new mean-machine in horror.
Where the hell did she get that?
And why?
“Mom, you know we already have a scale upstairs,” I said slowly, hoping it was all a big mistake.
M aybe she thought my scale was broken?
“That’s your
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