Spoiled Apples :: Willow & Company

CLOTHING: MARISSA'S OUTFIT

Marissa could not believe that Willow actually talked to her. And was actually nice to her. She never thought that she would ever actually live to see that day. It was practically a miracle. Or so she believed. She could not believe that Willow Santos actually wanted to hang out with her. Deep down, Marissa really knew better than doing this. But all in all, she honestly just did not care anymore. She wanted to hang out with Willow. Maybe even be friends. What else did she have anyway? Her best friend, her twin, was gone. Was in a coma, lost inside his own head. And who knew when he would actually wake up. Or if he would. But she did not like thinking about it. She wanted, no, needed him to wake up. Sometimes, she thought that he was the only person who ever actually cared about her. She had no boyfriend anymore. Her father did not seem to care. She was not on speaking terms with her mother. Her life was falling apart and there was nothing that anybody could do about it.

Honestly, there were still days that Marissa would make herself throw up. She'll pig out and then force it all out. It still just makes her feel so fat. No one knows she is doing this atgain or still. Did she ever really stop? And who would care? Her dad would not notice it even if one of their lives depended on him noticing his fifteen year old daughter.

After going home to shower and change, Marissa caught a city bus and headed straight to the mall. She got off and immediately went inside. She could not help but be excited, but she desperately tried hard not to show it. Looking down at her outfit, Marissa grinned and began walking, keeping an eye out for Willow or one of her clique.