Clementine:
Three Years Ago:
"What did you say? Is it again to your father?" Glinda asked me, trying to tear her eyes away from my father. They were sitting peacefully at a dinner table with so much food in front of them that it broke my heart to think how much of it would go to waste.
My stepsister sat to the side, holding a fruit bowl in her hand. She would hardly ever eat anything, because I guess she was afraid of gaining a few ponds. That was pretty scary, but I wouldn't even mention it. I was not allowed to show concern.
"I want to leave the pack," I said, straightening my back. I was not allowed to sit and eat with them, so I had only come to have a conversation with my father. And for that, I even had to ask my stepmother for permission.