"Okay, I still have no idea why you're here."
"You're the one who called me for a private magic lesson. I'd grant you powerful magic for free, though."
Kristella batted her blue eyes. However, despite her clear, tan skin, large breasts, and softened thighs to match her slim hourglass form, Kristella was street smart. To her, something offered for free was never good, unless it was in a store. She shook her head, and pulled out a purse.
"I'd rather pay you--"
The odd woman cringed. Kristella drew a curious expression on her face.
"I don't get it. Don't you want $1,000? Isn't that how much you charge
“Backpack, bus money, cell phone… What else do I need?” She asked herself, pacing around her house nervously, not wanting to leave anything important behind, only to notice a plastic bin with a post-it note stating “For Lit Club - Do not touch!” on top. “Yach! Right! The cupcakes!”
She grabbed the bin, placed it between the side of her chest and her elbow ran out the door with minutes to spare.
Natsuki managed to make it to the bus just in time. However, it was a different bus than she normally took. While often managing to make the first bus, her tardiness forced her to take the second bus.
According to the scale, Lisa had gained another pound, bringing her net loss down to seven. This was especially frustrating because she had actually managed to do well that week. On no more than two days did she surpass her allotted points, and then only by a few. She doubted the others at the group weight-loss meeting believed her when she said so. She didn’t believe others when they said the same. She was a short Italian woman with long black hair, a bottom-heavy figure, a double-chin, and had been going to ThinPoint meetings for about two months. Although she had some initial success, she had hit a plateau and was now she feared that any week now she could be back up above the dreaded “300 pounds.”
The group was mostly women, fluctuating around fifteen participants plus the facilitator, a paid ThinPoint staff member. Lisa was somewhere around the
Courtney Kolaire rose from her bed slowly, stretching her young, four-year-old body, ready to wake up. Sliding out of bed, she revealed her tank top and pajama pants that she always wore to bed. She was pretty short for her age, reaching barely two feet tall. She was a natural fiery redhead, often done up in two ponytails, but as for now her hair reached all the way to her shoulders. She shuffled downstairs, making her way to the kitchen where she knew breakfast would be waiting for her.
Upon reaching the table, Courtney expectantly waited for her favorite cereal to be served by her mom, It consisted of several small, chocolate squares, each square a different chocolate flavor ranging from White to Dark Chocolate, and everythin