She woke up with a gasp and scrambled from her bed. This was the third night in a row that she had had another nightmare. It seemed to be the same recurring dream of a group of dark figures chasing after her and causing her to run deeper and deeper into an unknown forest. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead and looked around the room. She hated having such dreams because they often added on to her anxiety, which would carry on until the next day, which to her dismay was a school day.
She needed something to calm her down. Something sweet. She tiptoed quietly down the stairs and toward the kitchen. Her parents were sound asleep so nobody was going to notice that she was out of bed. Nobody except Death maybe. He had decided to see her that night and had noticed that her bed was empty. Probably another nightmare he thought to himself. Then he heard noises coming from the kitchen and glided over to have a look. He saw his girl wolfing down cookie after cookie. He grimaced at how pudgy she had become over the last few years. At six years old, she now weighed twice as much as her peers. It didn’t help that she was tall because the other students stared all the more. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly glided over to the living room and sat down on the couch. Knowone would be able to see him anyway. It was her Father, he had walking up to get a glass of water. His girl didn’t seem to notice her Father standing at the entrance of the kitchen watching her eat. It wasn’t until she sensed that she was being watched did she turn slowly to see who it was, nearly dropping the cookie jar in the process. “Whoa!” she said holding a hand to her chest.
“ What are you doing out of bed? Do you know how late it is? “He whispered.
“ I couldn’t sleep.” She said nonchalantly.
He folded his arms and leaned against the fridge watching her as she slowly slid her hands into the cookie jar once again to take another cookie.
“You know, we still haven’t talked about the letter you brought home today.”
“The one from you P.E. teacher advising us to sign you up for Tuft club.”
She froze midway with her hand still inside the jar holding a cookie. Then she looked up at her Father who was watching her with a blank expression on his face.
She let go of the cookie and set the jar on the counter. “ So, you are going to sign me up, aren’t you?”
He Father sighs and comes toward her but she takes two steps backward.
“You know that’s not what we want. But your Mother and I have been discussing and we think that it would be a step in the right direction.”
“Why do I need to go, I’m not fat!”
“Cmon, you and I both know how it’s becoming difficult for us when we go shopping for clothes, in fact, I doubt you can fit into many of the clothes I bought for you while I was in Australia. “
“You think I’m fat don’t you!” she said raising her voice.
“No that’s not what I meant…”
But before he could say any more, she brushed past him and ran up to her room. Death who by this time had been listening intently felt a twinge of pity for her and her Father, he was a tall and well-built man, his physique still made the other Mothers turn to look at him whenever he came to fetch his daughter from school. He did feel a little disappointed that his daughter had not followed in his footsteps and joined something such as athletics. In fact, Death sensed a little hint of embarrassment in him because his daughter had suddenly gained so much weight. It was probably because he had caught the other parents staring at him and his family while picking his daughter up from school several times. His daughter had somehow picked up this bad-eating habit and had begun consuming excessive amounts of junk food over last few years. It was rather difficult to go shopping when even the school uniform suppliers didn’t supply the size of uniform his daughter required anymore. He gave a heavy sigh and walked back to his room.