Short stories about my character, Jamie.
Things she struggles with, daily challenges, exciting days.
It's all random; I come up with a simple idea and end up making it into six paragraphs.
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Eating


Jamie spent her Sunday mornings babysitting, from 7am until 4pm, she didn’t mind, the little girl was four, she was sweet and wore floral dresses and pigtails, she recently took up reading as she saw her babysitter read quite often. Jamie called the little girl ‘Kit’ although her real name was Katrina, and Katrina called Jamie ‘Mimi’. They had a close relationship, Kit’s mother spent her days hung-over and her nights drunk as hell, Jamie felt sorry for Kit, and so she made their time together as fun as possible.
It had been a hectic week for Jamie, she had to cut out things that were time consuming and unimportant like sleeping, eating, and drinking; it was four weeks until graduation, freshmen graduation. When she finally let herself sleep Saturday night, she found she could only manage three hours. Kit arrived at 7am, and as usual, had her shoulder length, thin, curly, chestnut-brown hair styled perfectly into two pigtails, her dress was pink and unstained, and ended just above her thin knobby knees.
Jamie handed Kit a stack of books to occupy herself while she had important things to finish. She got about an hour of quiet study time until Kit pronounce ‘I’m hungry’ Jamie peered over at the book Kit was ready it was that one where the moose eats muffins, ‘Okay, I’ll get a bowl of cereal, Lucky Charms?’ she said and Kit nodded her head, it was her favorite cereal, Jamie actually hated it, but kept it around for Kit. ‘You’re getting pretty good at reading now, huh?’ she asks and Kit smiles and begins to read aloud “You’ll have to go to the store to get some muffin mix’ she begins, Jamie looks up at the clock 8:46.
She gets up to go to the kitchen, ‘When he opens the do--’ she reaches the counter and goes to get a bowl when her legs suddenly go numb, and she can hear her blood rapidly flowing through her veins, her head fills with static and she has no control over her body. Everything goes black and she tries to open her eyes, but they are glued closed, she struggles within herself and she can hear her angry blood, and feel an enormous weight upon her chest, she feels as though her entire body will cave in any second. In her mind she tosses wildly, flailing her limbs this way and that, but she does not move a muscle. It is like she has been fighting herself for hours until her body finally gives in, ‘and feels how chilly it is, he’ll ask to borrow a sweater’ Jamie finds herself on the floor, she glances at the clock, 8:46.