her phone to her ear so she could seamlessly and effortlessly conduct the
operations behind some of the biggest fashion magazines in the business.
She would walk into the office in what she imagined was the calm “after”
the storm. People would be chaotic, throwing their hands up in the
air and making frantic calls to save the operation or start looking for a
new job. Then Victoria would walk in and everyone would collectively
breathe again knowing she knew the answers to all problems. This was
when Victoria would wake up to her daydream to find herself back in a
classroom, the uncomfortable stiff leather seats of the Suburban, or at her
desk.
Oh no. She felt it coming. She couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Since she came home from school she had already eaten more food than
she could remember. An empty pint of Ben and Jerry’s sat in her trashcan
along with an empty bag with the Goldfish cracker fish smiling up at
the ceiling. And she now remembered she also had some of those mini
pizza bagels her mom had set out for her brother for when he got home.
She also remembered how her designated snack plate only held celery
and a confined amount of peanut butter with a small note saying, “For
Victoria.” Her hand over her mouth, she ran to the bathroom connected
to her room and re