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.