CHAPTER TWO
Rap Rap Rap
“Ahnia!” Tim shouts as he pounds on my bedroom door. “Hurry it up in there! We’re already running behind, and it's rush hour. Dorothy’s going to have a fit if we’re not sitting at the table by seven.”
“Who gives a s**t!?” I yell back at my persistent little brother, while I continue to rummage through my closet for something to wear. I’m completely unprepared and a little embarrassed with myself because of it. I hate all of my clothes, and I’ve recently gained weight.
Most everything I own makes me feel like an oompa loompa. I don’t look like one at all. I’m actually the fairly average height of five foot and a couple of inches, quite well proportioned. My uncomfortable fifteen extra pounds settle mostly on my hips and bust, allowing me to keep my hourglass shap
