The day was getting boring and uneventful as Jennifer could only study or eat home-made "school" lunch that her mother prepared. She was still worried about her massive bump on her gut as it made moving harder than it should had been. Using toilet was hard as raising and lowering herself took an effort out of her.
At some point Jennifer's mom came out of the bedroom and told Jennifer that study time was over and that she was free to spend her day how she wanted. Jennifer let out a sigh of relief as she immediately wobbled herself to her room to just lay on the bed and wait for the day to end. She would watch her small TV, eat some secret cookies she had and drink pop out of the bottle. As the evening rolled she had her dinner with her mom and the day was already ending. Jennifer was more exhausted than ever and hoped that tomorrow as a 9th grader she would have easier time.
She brushed her teeth, said nights to her mother and closed her eyes.
But...
Next morning felt even worse than the previous. Jennifer was sweating bullets as the basketball of a stomach was greeting her like a small rounded pillow. The room looked a bit young for her 18-year-old taste as it had relics of her past and some of the teen pop bands. She made an audible gulp as she had to be year younger than yesterday. She slowly and with lot of huffing rose from the bed and one feet at a time looked downstairs where her mother was making breakfast.
Jennifer had to swallow twice as her mother looked in early to mid twenties than in her thirties. The kitchen and living room looked messy and there was a piles of dirty dishes all over the counters. Jennifer's mother danced and hummed as she listened music from a very old looking radio with more static noise coming out of it than actual music. The living room looked also a mess from the upstairs as there were clothes and socks all over the floor. A sofa was stacked full of them and most of them seemed to belong to Jennifer's mom.
Jennifer quietly tip-toed back to her room and noticed that it too looked bareboned than last time. The matress wasn't that dirty but had an awful smell to it. There was no small TV on the corner and all the things what she owned could be count with two hands.
Jennifer could hear her mom walking up the stairs. Jennifer swore she heard her saying something behind the door. So when she asked what she said. Jennifer's mom swung the room's door open and said...