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by Lisergica on Mon Mar 20, 2017 5:31 pm
Breakfast was unusually quiet. Mom shoveled her scrambled eggs ravenously while watching the news, but I could barely eat anything. I toyed with the rubbery eggs and took a small sip from the huge coffee mug that mom had placed in front of me, and that alone was enough to make my knotted stomach complain painfully.
"Eat up or it'll be worse", Mom said without looking at me. She appeared to be completely focused on the news, but I knew she was paying close attention to me. I nodded nervously and forced myself to eat a bit more. I couldn't even taste the food, and I felt nauseous almost instantly. I tried to drink coffee to steady myself. It didn't work. A minute later I was stumbling towards the toilet, where I threw up what little coffee and eggs I had just eaten.
When I sat up shakily, I saw Mom standing by the door. I knew she was trying to control her expression and to appear confident and calming, but she was as worried as I was. "Violet, you're taking this too far. You haven't even had any classes yet", she said sternly.
"I'm trying!" I croaked, getting up to brush my teeth. Again. For the third time today. "I can't control this, my stomach is upset."
Mom scowled at me, but she patted me gently on the back as I brushed thoroughly. "This school has excellent recommendations, you'll see it will be nothing like last year". I tried to push away all memories from last year's experiences, and then remembered that my therapist had encouraged me not to avoid them. I spat and washed my full face, still shaking.
"I know, I'm trying not to be scared. It will be better. At least it can't be worse...", I trailed off.
We spent the following minutes getting ready to leave, and Mom didn't push me to eat anything else. I reluctantly hung my backpack from my shoulder and set off towards the car. As always, Mom spent a few minutes looking for the car keys and complaining about always misplacing everything. This time I wasn't irritated by this morning ritual, I was focused trying to think positively. We finally drove off, and Mom dropped me off at the bus stop. I had a 10 minute ride to school after that.
"Well", Mom said. She seemed to be at loss of what to say. For a split second I saw a flash of anxiety in her eyes. "Good luck, you weirdo."
"Thanks."
As Mom drove off I sat on the bench and waited. I opened my book and tried to read, but I was too distracted. A minute later, the bus was turning on the corner. I sighed nervously and got in.
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