This choice: Shea Eats More And Becomes Lazy • Go Back...Chapter #3Shea Eats More And Becomes Lazy by: creatress56   Shea stood in front of her oval mirror in her bedroom giggling out loud to herself. "I am by far the cutest girl in my class, and with my new two tone knit aqua winter beanie cap and my matching Ancar brand coat to go with it, all the boys will notice me, especially David Sanders." Shea imagined David coming up to her and watching her with his adorable puppy dog brown eyes and freckled face looking at her and asking her out to the next school dance held next month.
Shea admired herself again in the mirror, and patted her noticeably rounded, pot-bellied stomach and brushed her wavy brown hair until it sparkled and snapped with electricity in it. "Ouch," she whimpered, shocking herself briefly and then ran downstairs quickly, hearing her Mom setting the table and smelling her favorite dish being cooked, lasagna with garlic bread and chocolate cake for dessert. "Mmmmm."
"Can I lick the bowl, mom?" Shea said at the same time grabbing the bowl she knew was sitting alone in the kitchen sink, full of chocolate batter just waiting for her to lick every morsel from the surface. Her mom laughed at her and said, "Okay, but aren't you going to change your clothes first?" "That coat won't look too pretty if you get it smeared with chocolate!" Shea rolled her eyes at her Mom. "No. Quit being a worry wart. Give me that bowl." Shea licked the bowl and then threw it back in the sink and looked back at her Mom finishing the final touches on her cooking. "How long until dinner?" "I am SO hungy I feel like I could pass out right now." Her mom held out her hand and said, "five minutes." Shea sat at the table watching her Mom finish putting the food on the table and watched her take the devils food cake out of the oven and set it on the table, and she could savor all of that food so much that she actually started salivating. "Food rules!" she thought. "I think I like food better than boys or at the very least they are a close tie." She laughed and then ran from the table and called her Father in to dinner like she did every night.
"Dad come on, it's time to eat. Hurry up! Chocolate cake tonight. Fresh out of the oven." Shea's Dad looked at her and rolled his eyes like he did every night, but then he ruffled her hair and said, "One day you might not be so eager to eat like you do, if you ever have a weight problem." "Have you thought about that, pumpkin?" She giggled. "Me have a weight problem? Never!" Then she looked down again at her pot belly tummy and shrugged her shoulders. Well, it is a possibility, but tonight bring on the food.
After gorging herself on three helpings of lasagna dinner with two large slices of cake, she let out a loud burp and sighed and realized she was a bit sick to her stomach. Maybe she should have omitted that cake batter before she ate. Oh well, she thought. "I'll take a Tums and go lie down for 15 minutes and I'll be okay."
Running up to her bedroom, she grabbed the Tums off of her bedroom dresser and took three Tums and then jumped on her unmade bed and grabbed the new book she had gotten at the library yesterday at school and was part way through the book, when she felt herself becoming sleepy and lazy and she drifted off to sleep for about 30 minutes. She felt a strange rumble in her stomach and looked at her tummy. Her stomach was as big as if she had stuffed three pillows underneath her shirt. "Oh my goodness!" "What is going on?" "I feel like Violet from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, who got so big she burst. "I don't want that to happen to me.!"
She ran to the adjoining bathroom to her room and hopped on the scale. Shea knew hew normal weight was 95 pounds. The scales now showed that she was 145 pounds. "No way I am 145 pounds! No way!"
She started screaming and calling to her parents downstairs and yelled down to them to come upstairs and check on her. "Mom, Dad, come quick! Something is seriously wrong with my stomach!"
When her Mom met Shea at the top of the stairs, her Mother said, "I can't believe this would happen again in our family." "It ______
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