Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

Carys - Granola Bars

I stand quietly in the queue for the passport show, not knowing wether to be exited or not. Brooke is shouting in my ear, complaining about me stealing her cheer uniform again. I mean, it's not a big deal. We're moving, she won't even need it. Ashlin is clasping me clammy hand, I think she is pretty cared of flying. No biggie, not like we've ever been out of our state, let alone he country.

Me? I don't care wether the plane goes down or not. I don't really have much to live for anyway, though my parents and triplets would argue otherwise. I know people will make fun of me for my weight, giant logs for arms. Do much fat I need to burn. Even though Mom warns me it's a 10 hour flight, I don't really listen and chew the end of a no- added sugar granola bar. She says we won't have any snacks on the flight too, but I've been a lot longer without eating. Like a month ago, where I had gum for all my meals and didn't eat. I lost tons of weight then, until they admitted me to hospital so I could bet FAT again. I clutch the wrapper of the bar close to my chest. I wish I could fit into it and crawl inside.

Without me realising, we are walking along a dingy tunnel into the plane. My feet flap wildly around in my sandles, my tousled hair all over. I don't care. I take my seat reaproachfully as we board the plane. He seat belt feels warm and heavy in my palm. I wonder if I really need it. If only I could jump out of he plane and be ran over by the wheels. I would have no more suffering, at least. A lady comes up to me and says I have to fasten my belt as soon as I think this. I shoot her a hard glare before reluctantly fastening the belt. As soon as the plane takes off from the air, I immediately regret my decision.