Thunder clapped outside as rain pounded on the walls and roof of the house. The lights flickered for a moment, and Fumiko stopped for a moment, feeling a fluttering in her chest as her head whipped around. She stood motionless in front of the open cupboard, waiting. Seconds went by, then minutes before Fumiko allowed herself to relax and turn her attention back to the many snacks laid open before her.
She licked her lips in anticipation as her eyes flicked through the options before her. Rice crackers, seaweed bites, trail mix, and several other healthy options filled the shelves. What was missing was anything that would be considered junk food. Her parents didn't believe in children eating junk, and so didn't buy any. Still, Fumiko wanted something, anything, to sate her growing hunger.
Fumiko had never realized how much she liked to eat until a few weeks ago when she was at her best friend's house for a sleep over. There had been candy, chips, cookies, ice cream, and so much more. She'd eaten until she felt sick, but still she wanted more. She couldn't believe how good food could taste, and how good it could make her feel. She'd loved the feeling of stuffing her belly as full as she could. It was a feeling she'd never experienced before, and yet she wanted it. It was a guilty desire she knew, but she couldn't help it.
She grabbed a package of rice crackers and a couple of other packages before quietly closing the cupboard and creeping back upstairs. Her heart raced with each creak and groan of the floor. She felt a moment of triumph as she crossed the threshold of her room and began closing the door. However, instead of clicking shut, the door stopped suddenly.
"Fumiko! What are you doing?"
Fumiko felt her heart drop as she turned to face her stern faced mother, "Nothing..."
She knew it wouldn't work. She still had the snacks in her arms. There was no hiding it.
"Fumiko! You know you shouldn't be snacking this late at night! You are going to get fat!" Her mother said, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at Fumiko.
"No I'm not!" Fumiko found herself saying more firmly than she intended, "I'm not eating thaaaat much."
"Hmph. What would you know? You're just a child!"
"All my friends get to have snacks. They even get candy and cookies!" Fumiko shot, deciding to take a stand.
"And that's why they're all fat and lazy. They will never be successful, and you won't either if you act like them."
Fumiko was furious, but this wasn't the first time she'd had this conversation with her mother. Still, it wasn't like all her friends were fat. She wanted to keep arguing. She wanted to push back. She was tired of her mother controlling everything about her life, but she wasn't sure if she could.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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