chapter 3
And summer break finally arrived. I graduated on the first weekend of June, and along with all my friends and family, we celebrated until the sun rose.Mom got back on track with the pampering. The day I was a graduated high school student was the day she resumed her previous endeavors, for the day I would leave was steadily approaching.
Every day, I'd once again be given an enormous sum of food, and combined with my sudden drop in exercise, I began to pack on some weight. Sometime in June, I was just eating another box of doughnuts, when suddenly... POP! I saw my pants button flying, and my belly was unleashed from my shirt, slowly poking itself out. A year back, if something like this would happen, I'd probably be mortified, but now, for some odd reason, all I did was stare at my belly and patted it. I had fun eating, and if gaining weight happened to be a result from it, then I guess I'd have to like gaining weight too!
I hadn't swapped out for a new wardrobe ever since I got accepted to U MIchigan. We were going to go shopping a month before just in case I grew taller. Thankfully we waited, because I actually grew wider. Slowly, my wardrobe began to malfunction one article of clothing at a time. First it was my jeans, then it was another pair of jeans that tore when I bent down to pick up trash, and even a my t-shirt stretched, tearing the seams. I was delighted with each malfunction, and my parents didn't seem to care. I was growing up, after all.
I was eating a bowl of pasta, watching TV, until my younger brother, Cameron, interrupted me. He was in the tenth grade and looked a lot like me before March, but admittedly a bit chubbier.
"Looks like someone's having fun eating," he said, obviously annoyed.
"It's called the Freshman 15. It happens to everyone," I said trying to brush him off so I could finish my pasta, only to be offered desert moments later.
"Usually, you suffer from the Freshman 15 when you START college."
"It's different for everyone."
"No, it's-" Cameron paused, let out a sigh, and just said, "Forget it." And he left. I caught him eyeing my pasta throughout the entire conversation.
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