Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Four Ways For A Christian Writer To Win A Publishing Package HERE



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “All that Glitters is Not Gold” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/24/08)

TITLE: Haley's Good Day
By hannah anderson
01/29/08


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

Sixteen year old Haley closed her eyes as she stepped naked onto the bathroom scale. She held her breath and waited a few seconds for the display to register, uncertain whether the next moments would be the start of a good day or a bad one. Cautiously, she opened her eyes and peered through the shadows to read the cold gray numbers on the LCD screen: 103.6.

Suddenly Haley knew it was going to be a good day.

Haley’s morning always started the same way. After oversleeping and hitting snooze three or four times, she’d finally drag herself out of her bed to the blaring sound of her favorite CCM station – the WAY 104.5FM. Then she’d stumble down the hall to the bathroom she shared with her pesky twelve-year-old brother, Payton, start the water for her shower, and use the toilet. As the steam overflowed and filled the small confines of the bathroom, Haley would finally start to wake up and as she did, she’d always step on the digital scale.

Some mornings were not as good as today. Some mornings the scale registered higher than it had the day before and Haley knew that she’d have to work harder than ever. Mentally she’d schedule an extra workout after cheerleading practice and she’d vow to avoid carbs.

Thankfully though, over the last few weeks, Haley had been having more good days than bad. Cheerleading was in full swing, and she had already started practice runs for spring track. She was definitely burning the calories she needed to. And her best friend, Jenna had just come across some great little pills that kept you from getting hungry. The only thing better than burning calories, Haley thought, was not eating them in the first place. A couple pills at lunchtime and she was good to go.

After she had finished her shower, Haley went back to her bedroom to get dressed Yes, she thought to herself as she pulled on her size 2 jeans, today is going to be a good day. The junior prom was only a week away, and even though Haley was just a sophomore, Kyle Connell had asked her to go with him. Kyle had never seemed to notice her, that is until a few weeks ago when he’d come right up to her after fourth period and had asked her to go with him! He had even said that he thought she was pretty!

The very next day, Haley and Jenna had driven to the mall to look for the perfect formal. Three hours and several new pairs of shoes later, they had found it at David’s. Jenna had convinced Haley to get size 0, “It would just be awful if you didn’t look your best for Kyle. Anyway, you’ve got three weeks – plenty of time to lose a few.”

Today as she dressed, Haley looked at the dress bag, now hanging in her closet. Just a few more days… then watch out Tyra! She pulled out her favorite sweater, the one that hugged her slender body and made her eyes bluer than blue, and slipped it over her head. She was just finishing her makeup when her mom’s voice echoed up the stairway.

“Haley, hurry up. The bus is here!”

Putting away her blush brush, she hollered back, “I’m coming Mom – just a minute.”

Haley stuffed her make-up bag in her backpack, rushed downstairs and nearly collided with her mom in the vestibule.

‘Here, hon, here’s a Pop-Tart –take it with you. You really need to start getting up in time to have breakfast.”

“Yeah, I know mom – just been real tired – anyway, you don’t need to pick me up after practice – some of us girls are having dinner at Jenna’s house then she’s gonna bring me home, ‘kay?”

“Sure that’s fine, honey – just let me know if you need anything.”

“Great - love ya Mom.”

With that, Haley kissed her mom good-bye and hurried out the door and down the sidewalk toward the bus that was waiting beside the curb. Just before she reached it though, she paused by a trash can that was waiting for the garbage pickup. Glancing over her shoulder, Haley carefully lifted the lid and slipped the Pop-Tart inside.

With that, she dusted off her hands and ran the last few steps to the bus. Jumping on, Haley thought to herself once again, Yep, today is going to be a good day.


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 365 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Joanne Sher 02/02/08
This poor girl. You got inside her mind very convincingly. If you aren't who I kinda think you are, I know someone who would LOVE to read this entry. :)
Laurie Glass02/02/08
Great job with this. As a recovered anorexic, it's on a subject very dear to my heart. I'm so glad Joanne directed me to it (she initally thought it might be mine). Well done.