This choice: Decides to continue arguing, her mother decides to punish her by making her fat • Go Back... "I'll show you," Fumiko said, her eyes narrowing. She made a conscious decision to stop listening to her mother and to start living her own life. Her hunger was still there. She could feel it in her belly. It was making her feel sick not being able to just eat what she wanted. She held out the snacks she'd taken, offering them to her mother.
"You'll show me what?" her mother questioned, confused as to why her daughter was offering her the food.
"I won't get fat!" Fumiko said, "Besides, maybe I don't care if I turn out like them."
Her mother frowned. "What are you talking about? You're just a child. You don't know what you're saying."
"Well how would you know? All you ever do is tell me how to live my life! You don't know what I know!" Fumiko shot, glaring angrily at her mother as she folded her arms in defiance.
"Hmph. You're so ungrateful for the things that I do for you." Her mother said, shoving the snacks onto Fumiko's desk, "If that's what you want, then fine. We'll see how you like it when you get exactly what you want."
With that, Fumiko's mother turned and left the room, shutting the door behind her. Fumiko couldn't believe that she'd just stood up to her mother and won.
Fumiko smiled. She could feel her stomach growling. She stepped over to her desk and picked up the snacks, and plodded over to her bed. She ripped open the package of rice crackers and began shoving them greedily into her mouth. Before she knew it the package was empty and she was starting on another one of the snacks. She ate until she couldn't eat anymore, laying back on her bed she closed her eyes.
Fumiko awoke the next morning on her stomach, her face pressed into her pillow. Her belly felt empty as it growled in anticipation of food. Her game system at the foot of her bed was still on, the game paused on a level she'd been stuck on for days. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to continue right now with how hungry she was feeling.
"Why did I think that would work?" she said, talking to no one in particular as she remembered her argument with her mother.
She shoved one of the empty packages to the floor and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She sniffed the air as the scent of bacon seemed to fill her room. Yet, that couldn't be. Her mother never made bacon for breakfast. Still, she didn't think she was imagining it.
She tiptoed into the kitchen, expecting her mother to be there, yelling at her to come eat her breakfast. There was no sign of her mother. Fumiko looked at the table. It was piled high with pancakes, hash browns, bacon, and sausage. There were also scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit. On the counter were even more pancakes, and a large glass of chocolate milk.
Fumiko's mouth began to water. This was more food than she'd ever seen in one place. She couldn't wait to dig in, but she wasn't about to just start eating. She glanced into the hallway, looking for her mother, but she didn't seem to be anywhere nearby. Walking back upstairs, she could see that her parent's door was open, and yet no one was there.
She returned to the kitchen where and sat down at her spot at the table where she noticed a note written in her mother's immaculate handwriting saying that she was going to the store and that she'd be back later and to eat as much breakfast as she wanted.
She tore into the pancakes first, stuffing them into her mouth one after the other. She was halfway through a stack of pancakes when she switched her attention to the bacon. She grabbed several slices and tore into them, eating more than she probably should have. Feeling thirsty she noticed some milk, and grabbed the glass, drinking it all down. She wasn't going to be able to eat all of this, she thought, but she could sure try.
She kept eating far past the point of being uncomfortably full, and yet she couldn't stop herself. She just kept eating until she couldn't eat anymore. Her belly felt tight and heavy, yet she couldn't deny that she felt good. She'd never been able to do that before. She leaned back in her chair, thinking of what to do next.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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