Her frustration momentarily vented, Rosa rolled over on to her back and glared at the ceiling.
"Stupid Kimberly." she grumbled. "What's her problem anyway? It's not my fault that I know how to have a good time."
How could they kick her off the squad? They needed her. How would they do the pyramid? Without her, it would be unstable, and Kimberly would fall off and break her leg. Then they'ed all be like 'Come back Rosa, we need you, Kimberly was stupid and wrong to kick you out. We're so, so sorry!'
Pleased with this idea, Rosa sat up in bed, and immediately her nostrils were quivering as the smell of bacon wafted up the stairs. She licked her lips subconsciously. She silently debated whether or not to resist the temptation, then shrugged.
"As long as I'm off the team, I might as well enjoy myself."
Rosa lounged into the kitchen, a fairly modest affair. The walls were a pastel cream, and were dominated by two large bay windows, which let daylight stream in, illuminating a tasteful oak decor. All of these little details were lost on Rosa, whose attention was instantly grabbed by the sight of a table covered in food. Crispy bacon was piled high on one plate, and a massive bowl of scrambled eggs was sitting next to it. There was a stack of pancakes in front of each chair, and two large pitchers, one of milk and one of OJ, sat on a sideboard.
Rosa sat down and quickly began filling her plate with food. Two big spoons of eggs, a handful of bacon, a big glass of milk... She was just about to dig in when her mother wandered in, carrying a tray of cupcakes, each delicately iced with pale pink frosting.
"Good morning Rosa!"
Despite living in the U.S for years, her mother still spoke with a slight Spanish accent
"I was just about to call you down. I see you've already helped yourself."
She said this last part with a wink, noting her crowded plate. She was a plump woman, in her late thirties, and like Rosa, most of her weight was carried in her hips and ass. She was simply dressed in a white blouse and tan skirt, though both items were covered by a heavily-embroidered and much used apron. She smiled as she set the tray down, and pulled off a pair of bright orange oven gloves.
"Well don't hold back on my account."
Rosa dug in, shoveling egg into her mouth, pausing occasionally to stuff a few strips of bacon in there as well.
"MMmmmmmmmMmm!"
No matter how many times she had it, it always surprised her just how good her mother's cooking was. Even as her mother sat down next to her, she didn't slow her pace. She continued to eat, grinding the crunchy rind between her teeth. Eventually she stopped, but only to pile more food on to her plate. She hadn't allowed herself to eat like this in months, and now she was really enjoying it.
Just as she was beginning to feel full, her mother asked her the question she'd been hoping to avoid.
"So what happened at cheerleading practice?"
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