Creative Writing: "Diary Entry of Lennox Williams." (7/15/2010)

7/15/2010

Dear diary,

"Yesterday, I went to the store with mom, and it totes sucked. Mom wanted me to get an idea of what it will be like to shop gluten free. It was hard to see all the food I used to eat, that I can't have again. Oreos, barilla pasta, oatmeal, Dijourno pizza, doritos..none of them are gluten free. 

When we got to the gluten free section, mom kept mumbling about the prices. She apologized to me, and said that she wished it wasn't so expensive. I saw some interesting foods: corn pasta, rice pasta, quinoa, soy sauce, different flours, frozen bread, several frozen Indian foods, and some burritos. I told mom to grab some burritos. I found some cereal that looked good, and I grabbed some bread.

Mom spent tons of money on the food. Mom has always been someone who worries about money, even though both mom and dad work. When we got into the car, I thanked mom for everything. I told her that it stinks that the gluten free section is so tiny. I am a variety kind of girl, and don't want to eat the same thing, over and over again. It gets boring. 

Mom made me a sandwich when we got home, and it was my first time trying gluten free bread. It, like, fell apart when I picked it up. It wasn't soft like normal bread. Half of my sandwich fell on my plate. I did eat the sandwich, and the bread was okay. It's just soo different. 

Heather invited me out to eat for dinner. She needed to vent about this guy she was talking to. She decided that we should go for pizza. With having Celiac disease, I was a little nervous. We went to the pizza place, and she ordered her meat lover's pizza slices. When the dude behind the counter asked for my order, I asked him if he had gluten free pizza. He had NO idea what the heck I was talking about. Heather looked over at me, and mouthed 'sorry' to me. I was upset. I ordered a small salad and we sat down to eat. Heather's pizza smelled so good. 

When I got home, I went straight up to my room, laid on my bed, and hugged my pillow. I did cry a little. Mom peeked her head in and asked if I was okay. I told her what happened, and she gave me a hug. I just don't know how I am going to get through this. How am I going to be a normal teenage girl, if no pizza places or whatever, doesn't have gluten free food? I can't, like, stay home all the time! 

It's late, and I should get some rest. *sad face*"

(c) 2013 Shauna S