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    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “You’re, you’re thin!” She hysterically screamed. “You’re thin and I’m fat!”
    “I’ve just been cutting down on the chocolate like you’ve always told me to. It’s not my fault if you can’t control yourself.”
    “You bitch!” She slapped me. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again!”
    I shoved her into a pile of dresses. She tripped and fell over a Chanel cocktail gown. “Don’t worry; I have no intention of ever speaking to you again.”
    “You’ll be sorry,” she hissed still on the ground.
    “I don’t think so. Come on girls, I think we’ve put up with her torment long enough, I am officially liberating you all,” I said to the minions.
    “I swear if you guys leave, it’ll be social suicide.” Beatrice said.
    “You don’t have to live like this anymore, come with me, and you’ll be free,” I said to the group.
    To my surprise, the minions followed me out the store and left Beatrice lying in a pile of too small dresses. I knew the minions were exactly like me. They were unsure, lacked confidence and only hung around Beatrice out of fear. Did they actually like her? No. they deserved better than her. I deserved better.

    Sweet Surrender

      It was Valentine’s night, the night of the dance. My parents had decided to extend their winter vacation and had flown out to Rio. I was sitting at home watching Chocolat. Although I had stopped feeding Beatrice’s voodoo doll with chocolate, and was free to eat the stuff again, I rarely pigged out anymore. The one month diet had done me wonders. I realized that to enjoy something you didn’t have to have a lot of it. Slowly savoring a piece of really good chocolate was just as satisfying as a whole box. Besides, I liked my new body.
      As I was watching Chocolat, I could help but think about Dante. I couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t actually a bad guy. But I still didn’t understand why he decided to hang out with me even if he had blown off Beatrice’s dare. It was too much of a coincidence. I mean there was nothing special about me. I wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or super smart. Even if, I was thinner, I didn’t feel like a guy like him would ever be interested in me. I had my head in the clouds and chocolate in my heart what was so great about that?   My thoughts were interrupted by Vlada.
    “A package has come for you Miss. Claudia,” she informed me.
    “Thanks Valda.” I took the box from her. It was probably a box of Brazilian chocolates from my dad. He must have posted them while my mom was at the spa or something. He always did stuff like that. As I opened the package, I was confused. It wasn’t a box of chocolate at all, but a box full of paper? A note fell off the top of the stack and landed on my lap. I picked it up.
    Before you set this on fire, read it. It’s the story of us.
    Dante
    Curious, more than anything, I flew through the two hundred page story in two hours. After it was over, tears filled my eyes. It was the story of a lost writer aimlessly roaming the streets of New York. One day he accidently stumbles into a new coffee shop and sees a familiar face. He’s seen the girl many times at school before but never really paid attention to her because he always had a crush on her friend. However, after actually talking to her friend, he realizes that beauty can easily cover cruelty, and he wasn’t okay with that. He decides to talk to the girl in the coffee shop because he’s feeling a bit lonely.   The girl is strange, beautiful and full of passion. She inspires the writer to write more than he’s ever written before. The girl introduces him to a world of chocolate and dreams. For the first time, the writer feels like maybe his own dreams can come true. Sadly, at the end, the girl doesn’t trust the writer enough to believe that he is actually in love with her, and is not just using her for some sick, twisted game of foreplay.