By Amber Irish
I’d been shaving my face for eight months when a friend told me that doing so was counterproductive, ultimately leading to thicker, darker strands.
She said she spoke from experience; referenced the inconveniences of her leg hair.
The next week, I started waxing.
My fourteen-year-old instincts were all wrong. Disregarding the instructions, I microwaved a plastic pot until amber wax bubbled over. I smeared thin coats of it all over my lip and chin, the ridge of my jaw, down to the middle of my neck where, had I been a fourteen-year-old boy, I might’ve been proud of the effortless shadow.
And the plot is?
Knew it was a girl from first sentence. From that sentence I then thought the plot twist was that she was a reluctant werewolf, but unfortunately there was no twist.
Character is plot. I just wonder has Perry McDaid ever written anything suggestive…?
I like this story. There IS a plot…the poor adolescent girl is trying to blend in, what most 14-year olds do. I also think the subtext is that the protagonist has just burned herself pretty badly.
Positive comments help most. If 101words.org becomes a minefield for negativity, there might not be neat stories–even if some mgiht have minor flaws–to read. Lighten up…