MICHELA;
“Be serious, Jemy,” I muttered into the phone, holding it between my ear and shoulder while I pushed the closet door wider. “The last time that lady was here she practically called me round.”
Jemy’s laugh crackled through the speaker. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”
“It is!” I blurted. I yanked out one outfit after another, tossing them onto my bed in a messy pile. I needed to look better tonight. I was tired of the insults, especially the ones that came from Tracey’s sharp tongue and demeaning stares.
I remembered the way she had smirked when I reached for a slice of bread during that awful dinner.
“You’re no different from a tennis ball and you still… eat carbs?” Her words had sliced right through me.
They still stung whenever I thought about them. First, she was trying t
