All Chapters of One Step: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

As a teenager, I was picky. I would never choose something that lacked quality. I chose clothes with expensive tags and piled them up neatly in my closet, with the width of the folds always uniform and parallel to each other. I chose my notebooks with smooth, white pages and made sure their lines were regular and not skewed as a result of some factory defect. I would never choose to ride a bus that looked old and had no air-conditoner. And every time I went out, I always made myself look presentable. As if I had a mom taking care of me.My family wasn't rich, though. To keep things according to my taste, I had to work for it. The allowance my mother sent every month only covered my basic needs, food, and other school stuff. I could get the things I wanted in the expense of food. During breaks at school, I mostly hid away in the library so I could save up. And I thought I was too fat, anyway.I had a tendency to get anxious if things around me weren'