Wednesday's Words on a Friday


The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the prompts are supplied by Margaret Adamson and friend Sue Fulcher and can be found here.

This week's words/prompts are:

1. add insult to injury
2. nothing ventured

Here is my story:


Laura Patel sat in the bus, miserable and fuming. How could this have happened? She'd been so careful. After watching her older sister Kate suffer for several years, Laura had vowed the same thing would never happen to her. 
For the last five years, her meals had been fruits and vegetables, a little meat, fish and eggs. She had eaten not one single biscuit, no cake, not so much as a sliver of chocolate in all that time. No chips either. An occasional teaspoon of ice cream in the heat of summer was all she'd allowed herself. 
Arriving home, Laura went straight to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. Wild black curls above shining deep brown eyes, straight white teeth and flawless warm brown skin. Well, previously flawless, warm brown skin. Laura glared at the throbbing red spot on her chin, she was sure it was twice as big as yesterday. How could it have happened? 
Five years of careful, healthful foods, all for nothing? Her mother had just smiled and said it was puberty and all the hormones that go with it. And it was just one pimple. 
But how many more would follow? 

Laura couldn't stop the few fat tears that rolled down her cheeks. And to add insult to injury, Todd Markham, the cutest boy in the whole school, had told her yesterday he was planning to ask Claudia to the end of year dance. Claudia! What did he see in her?? Of course it must be the boobs, thought Laura, swiping the tears away. Every boy older than ten couldn't keep their eyes off them. Wobbly, jiggly, water-filled balloons they were. Why couldn't the girl at least wear a properly supportive bra instead of letting them swing loose? And she was only fourteen. By thirty they'd probably be hanging down around her knees! Laura giggled at the image of a thirty year old Claudia wheeling her boobs around with a barrow.

Giving out a sigh, she looked at the tube of cream purchased from the supermarket. Kate had told her it was effective almost immediately. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained thought Laura. She opened the tube and dabbed a little of the medicated concealer over the angry red spot. 

Comments

  1. So very sad reading this story. How so much is placed on physical appearance and judgement of others. Well done you.

    XO
    WWW

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    1. WWW; this is told through the mind of a 14 year old girl and apart from not wanting pimples, she is mostly very level-headed and stable.

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  2. That's a story so many of us can relate to! Wonderfully done! Claudia's boobs will be a nuisance to her at some point, so Laura has nothing to worry about! ;)

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    1. Rain; boobs too early in life are a nuisance for sure, myself and another girl in my class needed proper bras at eleven and a half, while the rest of the girls were still flat chested. I hope the Claudia in my story learns the importance of proper support.

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  3. Well written story. The boobs in a barrow will stay with me for some time.

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    1. Uglemor; that is funny. It came to me when I remembered my husband of the time saying if my pregnant belly got any larger I would need a wheelbarrow to support it. I knew he was joking, not being mean, so we laughed at that.

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  4. Zits, a teen nightmare. Boobs a teen age boys dream.

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    1. joeh; I remember never having a single pimple until I began working in a supermarket aged about 50. Then I got every single pimple I'd never had :( Not being male, I just don't understand the attraction boys and men have for boobs.

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  5. So common even today. I was out boobed in my teens by most every girl but thankfully never a zit appeared.

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    1. Arkansas Patti; I have the B-cup boobs at eleven and a half, along with another girl in my class. She didn't seem to mind, but I didn't think Mother Nature was playing fair.

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  6. Five years of healthy eating down the drain! Done in by her hormones. Poor Laura.

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  7. Ahh! The joys of puberty! Fortunately, I didn't go through the pimple stage!

    Good story, River. I couldn't help but smile. :)

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  8. You did a fantastic job capturing the teenage voice. Maybe this could be your genre to shine. :)

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  9. How i remember that angst! And i "blossomed" early, but tried to hide it.

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