This choice: Despite suggesting she only eat the cookies before dinner, Megan snacks nonstop. • Go Back... You were feeling pretty frazzled from Lauren's little confrontation, and you felt the need to just unwind. Plopping down on the couch, you quickly found something nice and brainless on TV to watch. It was some cheesy daytime sitcom with poor writing and a laugh track. Perfect. The occasional sound of canned laughter filled the room as you sank into the leather.
Unbeknownst to you, however, Megan was having a spree. When your mother was in town, it was lima beans for lunch, kale for dinner, bananas for breakfast. None of that applied anymore now that she had gone on vacation, Megan's gluttony had free reign. When she was forced to eat only vegetables it was easy to ignore just how much she truly ate; oftentimes she'd go back for thirds and still go to bed hungry.
That poor bag of Chips-Ahoy never stood a fighting chance.
Within the hour your sister had emptied out the entire package and she was already trekking back to the kitchen on the prowl for more.
The little glutton cracked open a family sized bag of Doritos with a satisfying crinkle, her hand quickly diving in to grab a large handful. For years the poor girl had been deprived of salts, sugars, and starches. Now? She was reveling in them. "Sooo good." Megan moaned, another cheesy handful finding its way to her ever-hungry maw. The rich flavor made her taste buds rejoice. Megan made her way back to her room carrying the bag, eating as she walked. Soon she'd be back again, empty-handed once more. This process repeated itself for the next few hours, with Meg every so often grabbing a package of snacks and bringing them back to her room to devour in one sitting.
The sitcom had taken you so completely that you hardly registered the comings and goings of your sister, and so when you got up to make dinner you got quite the nasty surprise. The huge pile of snacks had been reduced by half.
"What the..." You said, quietly, before yelling, "...Megan!"
"Yeeeeeees?!" came a yell from upstairs.
"Could you come here a minute, pretty please?"
Loud thumps descended the staircase, and into the room walked Meg with her hand in a bag of goldfish crackers. You swore it looked like her tummy was pushing out just a bit.
"Yeah?" She asked, oblivious, before shoving a handful of crackers into her mouth. You gestured at the small pile of snacks, then back at Megan, then back at the pile. She stared at you blankly.
You rolled your eyes. "What happened to the snacks?"
"Oh! Yeah, I ate them." She said matter-of-factly, putting another handful in her mouth. You were baffled. It seemed impossible for any one person to eat so much, especially someone with such a small figure as your sister. Slack-jawed, you watched Meg finish the remnants of the bag and crumple it up into a ball. "...so, are you ready to make dinner?"
"Meg, do you normally eat this much?" You asked, incredulous.
"Pssh, don't worry yourself, big bro." Meg licked her fingers. "I've just been starved since Mom and Dad left for Europe. I'll cool my jets after this."
Somehow you still felt uneasy.
"Alright, Meg. I'll make us up some mac and cheese. But then the jets will need to be cooled. Capisce?"
"Loud and clear!" She smiled, giving you the thumbs up.
Your smile returned, and you started to prepare the water for dinner.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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