Chapter 7- Florence & Fancy Food
C h a p t e r 7
O l i v i a W a l k e r
My feet slapped the grainy surface of the sand. I, unlike other 16 years olds, was getting my tan done before school, unlike some of the other not-so smart girls. I mean seriously, some girls think that if they tan, they’ll be pretty. Tanning is for pretty people. Period.
I rolled out my towel, got my sunblock, and laid down. Boys wolf-whistled. I smiled. They obviously were talking about me, I just so happen to be gorgeous.
Then I saw Florance Summers, flirting with Alec Myers.
Wait.. Alec Myers!
Hold on. Poor Alec doesn’t know what ugly beast Florance is. It’s time I help him with his friends!
I strutted over to Alec.
“Alec, I haven’t seen you all summer.” I said, batting my eyelashes at him.
He looked at me sideways.
“Er- Hey Olivia.” He replied.
He looked uncomfortable. Maybe he realized Florance was next to him while he was talking to me.
“Yeah, I gotta run, er my Mom, she needs help with her nails-er flowers?” He said.
That boy was hot, but he was a bad liar.
“Kay... see you later?” She asked.
He didn’t respond, but instead he hurried over to his car.
I grabbed her shoulder.
“You see? He doesn’t want your ugly butt.” I cooed to her.
She shook her head.
“No, he’s more than a bad boy in leather jackets.” She whispered fiercely.
Then she walked away. I didn’t ask for freaking poetry.
I laid back down on the towel. I feel bad for Alec. He doesn’t know what he’s dealing with.
I came back home. Stacey, pale as paper, and ugly as ever was sitting on the kitchen stool. She stared down at me.
“What? Never seen a pretty girl before?” I asked.
She quickly looked down. I worry for that little freak (not really) she’s always staring at people down with those big blue cow eyes of hers. Some day, she’ll get beat up for staring down a person.
Dad came from the kitchen.
“Hey Livvy. Your tan is looking fine!” He said.
I rolled my eyes, as Stacey’s eyes narrowed.
I clambered up the stairs. I hate this house, my room is green. Not any green, but puke green color. I tried to get it painted, but then Dad said I had to paint it myself to have ‘fun’. Seriously, what do I look like, a Painter?
Then, Stacey’s Mom, Emily came up the stairs.
“Come! Dinner’s ready!” She said.
Her face was all wrinkly, and her hair was a fading red now. I get it that she used to look nice when she was younger, but now she looks all wrinkly. I had to restrain myself from dyeing her hair gray and green.
Pretty people like me though, will always stay pretty. It’s science.
I trudged down the stairs. Everyone was at the table.
“Olivia dear, you came!” Emily said.
I never really came to the table--I would order Chinese food and eat it up in my room.
“So where’s the food?” I asked impatiently.
She smiled, and she pressed a button on a remote she was holding. Everything went dark, then a disco came from the ceiling, and corny rap music was playing.
I groaned aloud, while Stacey was on the other side, clapping like the stupid one she is.
Then, on a silver platter, lasagna was on the plate, and a bowl of salad was there. Seriously. The size of the lasagna was about the size of a soap bar. She must be following food servings on the packages again.
When Dad took a bite out of the lasagna, he moaned loudly.
“Oh Emily, this is so good, better than Sus-” He stopped midway.
I got up. If he was going to offend my mom, he could do it while I’m not here.
“Livvy, I’m sorry.” He said.
I didn’t even spare him a glance- these pretty eyes weren’t worth him.
I was putting on my pajamas, until I heard a knock on my door. Stacey was there, in her ugly plaid ones.
“So you know, school is a week from now.” She said.
“Get to the point and get out.” I said.
My sleeping schedule didn’t include ugly people.
“Well, you need to practice your math skills, Algebra, Physics.” She said
“Um no.” I replied.
She sighed and walked out of my room.
I don’t need to study. I’m an A student, but I’m not good in school. No, I don’t beat the crap out of nerds to get answers, but instead, Stacey gives me answers. Or, I pry answers from her.
I flop onto my bed. Maybe I can tackle some more tanning tomorrow. Most 16 year old will be there too. As lied on the bed, I felt something hard under my back.
Please don’t let it be like ′Princess and the Pea’.
I fumbled, and under the sheet, there was a Lego block of Sofia’s head.
Eh. He was sweet.
The Lego head twirled in my fingers, until I threw it in the wastebasket.
It was gone like Caleb.