Chapter 12 (Part One)

Freya

"Here's another hamburger," my grandaunt said, putting more on my plate.

My mouth was loaded with food; it was difficult to tell her I didn't want anymore. I was on my third hamburger.

"No, I'm good," I finally managed to tell her.

"Are you sure you've eaten your last burger, as it is your first?" Zira retorted.

A great feeling of sadness swept over me. I reached down for a napkin to wipe the remainder of the food from my mouth.

I had problems eating too much; I knew I did. Caging my feelings inside, at the age of ten, I learned I would often eat sweets or crave food whenever I felt down. Thanks to my weird and strong metabolism, what I eat doesn't seem to show.

"I'm going up to my room now," I said, pulling back my chair.

I felt mortified that I was eating like I was alone in my room, not realizing that I wasn't. I guess when you always eat alone, it feels like you always are.

"Was it something I said that offends you?" Zira asked.

As I was about to say no, I burst int