This choice: Her word choices reminded her- Alice hadn't spoken to her Mom in forever! • Go Back...Chapter #30Motherly Love by: Unknown 'Wait a moment... Oh!' Alice gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. 'Oh my. Oh no. This isn't good, isn't good al all...'
Sam raised an eyebrow. 'Erm... what's up, sport?'
Alice shook her head. 'Oh, I'm so sorry Sam, but I just remembered-- Oh, she is going to be worried sick--' she stuttered, as she began backing to the door.
'Sorry, but I really have to go! T-thank you for letting me work on your outfit, and also for, well, you know...' She trailed off. 'But, yes, goodbye!'
Alice exited the room in a hurry, closing the door (nice and quietly) behind her.
Sam's eyes narrowed to questioning slits. 'You're welcome?'
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'Oh, how could I forget to call?' Alice scolded herself whilst power-walking down the hall to her own residence. 'Mother's going to be furious, I haven't called in weeks!'
She felt bad about leaving Sam in such a rush, especially after her friend had taken a stab at really connecting with her -- but to be quite honest, she felt she had more pressing issues to attend to.
Alice burst into her living space, passed by a studying Megan (if watching Full Metal Jacket for Films class could be categorized as 'studying') and passed into her room. She shut the door and walked to her dresser-top mirror. Talking a calming breath, she examined herself, as if prepping for a date.
Her golden hair was still perfect, her face a bit blotchy with her sudden excitement -- but there was nothing she could do about that for the moment. Nervously, her gave moved downward. Her yellow button-up blouse draped over her narrow shoulders and then outlined her petite breasts. She lingered on them for a moment -- her little mounds were nothing in comparison to Megans unnaturally sized udders, but they had gained a bit of mass since her arrival at Buttercombe.
However, knowing the cause of her assets' growth sucked any joy she may have felt at this fact. She fearfully drifted her gaze to her midriff, where a small but distinct bulge pressed against the pale yellow fabric, bulging beyond the confines of her skirt a good four inches. Alice grimaced at the sight of it, as she did every morning. How could have she been so careless? Between her Mother and Mel, she had had more than her fair share of warning about the perils of Buttercombe cuisine -- her mother's last words to her, in fact, had been cautionary -- and yet she had still allowed herself to pack on a good fourteen pounds! She poked her index finger into the renegade bulge, sighing as it sank to her second joint with next to no resistance.
But there was nothing she could do about it at the moment. She was on a mission.
She rummaged through her room, searching for the forgotten Tracfone. Upon location, the screen flashed at her -- Four missed calls, all from mother, and only one bar of battery left. Alice hurriedly dialed her mother's cell phone.
'Hello? Alice?'
'Mother!' Alice gushed. 'Oh, mother, I'm so sorry--'
'Alice! Oh, you scared me. I swear, one more day and I was thinking about calling up the school to see if you were still alive! Haven't you been getting my calls?'
'No, my phone fell under my bed, and I've just been so busy that I forgot about it!'
'Well, I'm glad you're keeping busy. Is that Megan girl still being nice?'
And so the conversation went on, Alice momentarily forgetting about her waist as she gushed to Mother about all her friends, (Sam's language didn't come up) her classes, (She loved all of her teachers!) and the many fun movie nights she had spent with her new companions, snacking on cookies from Ronnie's class. (All movies were PG 13 and under, of course.)
'Oh, yea, and how's the food?' Her mother asked casually, 'Is it all Mel said it would be?'
Alices eager blood instantly ran cold. 'Um, w-well, she wasn't exactly exaggerating, i-it's really quite good...'
Her mom's disembodied voice oozed suspicion. 'Alice, you haven't been over-indulging, have you?'
Alice blanched. 'W-well, y-you know, maybe a little...'
'But you haven't gained any weight, have you?'
'N-no!' Alice exclaimed, twisted her torso to view her middle from the side. She grimaced. 'M-maybe just a few pounds...'
'Alice, you'd better be careful,' her mother said sternly. 'We don't want you turning out like Mel did. I know you're having fun up there, but please, stay away from the treats! There's a reason you're not allowed to have candy!'
'O-okay,' Alice mumbled, dejected.
'I'm serious, Al. It's not healthy. You've only been up there for what? A month? And you've already gained 'a few pounds'? From now on, I want you on a diet, you hear me?'
' Yes, mother.'
'No more sweets. No more sugar. No fatty meats. And I know you don't like exercising, but maybe you could jog a little. Get Megan to go with you.'
'A-alright.'
'Oh, sweetie, it's not so bad. I'm doing this for your own sake. Believe me, this hurts me more than it will you.'
'O-okay.'
'Good. Now, you have fun, alright? Keep up with your schoolwork. I expect you to call in a week and tell me how things are going. Alright?'
'Alright. Bye, mother.'
'Bye-bye, sweetums.'
Alice pressed the 'end' key first. She felt close to tears. Her mother hadn't spoken to her like that in... well, forever! She sounded... disappointed. And if there was one thing Alice couldn't take, it was the thought that she'd let someone down. Especially when the someone was her mom!
She glared hatefully at the tiny pot-belly which was the source of these problems. Cupped it with both hands, and jiggled it gently.
As much as she loved the food around here, she couldn't just let herself go like Mel had. With a sad sigh, she walked out of her room. There had to be a place that sold carrot sticks somewhere on school grounds...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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