You’re getting too skinny!” I froze. My fork was halfway to my mouth, and my lips were parted. Um, wasn’t that what I was doing? Mrs. Orson’s nagging had been consistent, I’d give her that much. Every hour of the day she was on me about something. This was the third day of staying with Kelsey and her family, and let me say that I was more than ready to go home and deal with a drunken step-douche rather than deal with her persistent badgering. I loved this family, really I did. But being here, under their constant watchful eye and their never ending criticism, was getting beyond ridiculous. “I’m not hungry anymore,” I sighed, setting my fork on the plate. Yep, my appetite was replaced by annoyance. “The girl eats like a bird every day ma, so quit worrying.” I frowned at my traitorous best friend. She was sitting across the dinner table from me; a smug smile was on her face partnered with a wink. I frowned at her, secretly thinking about all the different ways I could shove my fork up her nostrils.
What do You think about Resisting Fate (Predetermined)?
