Heartbreak At Motel 7!

Chapter 1

Content Wanings:
Mention of an eating disorder, if you squint.
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"Charlotte, Dinner's ready!" My mother's voice boomed from downstairs as she demanded my attention.

I cringed at the use of my full name.
Also because of how squeaky my mother's voice was, enough to send dogs into a howling frenzy if she dared to go just one pitch higher.

"Just a minute!" I answered.
I attempted to make my voice sound as hoarse as possible as I tidied up my room frantically.

I wanted to make sure that there were no traces left of me getting ready to meet up with my friends in T-minus 10 minutes.

My room smelled strongly of vanilla scented perfume, creamy strawberry body lotion and fresh summer night air as I left my window open.
My room was also covered in polaroids of my friends and family, in the most cliché teenage girl way possible.

I should probably reconsider my room's design choice.
I do only have one year left before I successfully complete the second decade of my life.

"Hurry up, Your food is going to get cold!" my mother's incessant yelling continued and I winced in response, crinkling up my nose.

Sometimes it was difficult to get me to explain how I was feeling at any given moment.
So, I've trained my face to speak on my behalf without ever having to move my mouth.
Expressive, as always. Twisting and turning my facial features in ways that would either make you laugh or feel really offended.

I shoved my lip gloss and eyeliner into my handbag before tossing it onto the bed.
The bag landed on a pillow, one of many that were stuffed under my blanket in the shape of a sleeping body.

I tried to make the figure look as realistic as possible, but there were still odd lumps and bumps in places that there shouldn't be.
Unfortunately I didn't have time to fix it.

Worst case scenario, my parents find out that I snuck out and spent the night at a strip club.

If I die, I die, right?
I just hope my funeral phamplet isn't completely hideous and they don't put my face in clouds above a lake or something.

I tightened the gown around my body before taking a deep breath, ready to put on the best performance possible.
I walked downstairs slowly with my back hunched, clutching onto my stomach.

I was thankful for the socks that I was wearing or I would feel the cold tiles underneath my feet.

"Mom, I don't feel so good. I think I'm going to skip dinner." I leaned against the wall as I entered the kitchen, feigning pain.
"Oh sweetie, What's wrong?" my mother walked over to me, feeling my forehead, "You're burning up!"

My "burning up" was a result of me taking a steaming hot shower which caused my temperature to raise rapidly.

"I know," cough, "I feel terrible." I said, making my eyes look as sickly and defeated as possible.
"Yeah, You look it too." My little brother, Christopher, commented as he gobbled down his food. "Don't get your germs on me, I have football practice tomorrow."

I look it?
Little turd. That's just my face.

Usually I would respond with a snarky comment about the size of his head or the fact that he usually plays as the benchwarmer at most of his games, but I was busy taking a run at being nominated actress of the year.
So, I ignored him.

I know. My kindness knows no bounds.

"I think I'm going to turn in for the night." I turned my attention back to my mother, making sure to keep my voice as low and gruff as possible.
"Okay honey, Do you need me to bring your food up?" she offered generously.
"No mom, It's okay. I'm just going to try and sleep it off." I replied.
"Okay Charlotte." she agreed hesitantly, rubbing my head soothingly.