I didn't tell her much about how my day really went but we did have a short conversation just to pass time.
I decided to remain silent for the rest of the drive.

I always had more respect for my mother than I did my father so I didn't want to say anything that was going to get me into trouble. I suppose Trent was right. I was a bit of a daddy's little girl and maybe I was the one who was taking things a little too far.
But did I ever admit that?

After a silent and awkward drive we finally reached home. I got out of the car and helped my mother carry her work things into the house, including her laptop bag. I took the bag to her room and left it next to her bed.

Out of all the rooms in the house, my parents room was the room that I visited the least. They had several framed photos of our family in their room. Looked at each baby photo and was reminded of how happy I used to be. As time passed by, I stopped with the photos. I couldn't fake a smile any longer.
And let's be honest; beauty doesn't last in a teenager's world.

I developed a low self-esteem after eighth grade.
When I was in an all-girls school there was a lot of pressure. We had to look and act a certain way and dress up to standards in order to be accepted by peers. If not, then everyone was ready to comment. It was worse when the gossip went around the school then finally reached your ears.
And just one bad comment made me insecure about my entire appearance.
Speaking of which...

After school, I usually went to the backyard to gym. My parents bought me gym equipment which I thought was their way of telling me that I couldn't go to an actual gym.

After settling down and tidying up my room, I changed into a tank top , a pair of latex tights and a pair of sneakers. I was on my way down to the backyard I noticed that my father had returned. I refrained from talking to him, knowing where my mouth would take me.

Out in the backyard I had a one hour and thirty minute cardio session.
Exercise always helped me to take my mind off of things. I exercised until it got dark outside. It wasn't a tense work out like my usual work outs and if memory serves me correct, I was a little distracted by my thoughts.

I kept think about how Natalie didn't want me to tell her friends that she ate carbs. It was almost as if they had some ‘ no carbs’ pact. I didn't really care about their ‘no carbs’ rule but it did make me feel normal to know that I was not the only girl who cared soo much about what she looked like.

Once I was done, I went inside to have dinner while my metabolism still burned. I sat at the counter island by myself. I usually ate dinner alone.
When my dad came into the kitchen and I looked down  and  avoided eye contact with him. The tense awkward moment infuriated me so I refused to sit in the kitchen, and the ‘toxic environment’ and I decided to take my dinner upstairs, to my room.

I generally enjoyed my own company anyways because whenever I had dinner by myself, I got to listen to music and daydream and got lost in my thoughts and...
It was a freaking a blast.

I did enjoy my own company, but there were times where I imagined having dinner with someone who shared the same interests as me and someone who could could keep a sparkling conversation going.
I might've fantasized about having dinner with my ideal match several times. It was totally innocent... I think

But that night was slightly different because I didn't spend time alone...
Dinner hit the spot. It wasn't long before received a phone call from an unknown number.