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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Charade (08/14/08)

TITLE: The Many Faces of Mia
By Sara Harricharan


Congratulations, Mia. You’ve spent the last three weeks as a thoroughly depressed, anorexic, suicidal failure. If you don’t put something together and flaunt it, you’re so busted!

My 22-year-old reflection squinted back as my cruel dictator continued the lecture I wanted to sleep through.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…shut up! You’re a voice in my head and…ugh…I need to crash-” Dizziness washed over me and I staggered backwards to the bed.

When it passed, I concentrated on wrestling a comb through my tangled knot of hair.

The comb snapped.

In a sudden fit of temper, I stumbled to the bathroom in search of scissors and a wakeup call of cold water. The cold wetness startled most of my senses and they chose to awaken. Steady hands hacked away at the mangled lump and the resulting short crop could’ve been decent.

Hair gel should do the trick.

A shower helped to further to the awakening and I spent a half-minute longer than usual standing in front of the closet. Slacks, blouse and a fancy blazer added a look of professionalism.

I accessorized with pearl jewelry and crooked lip liner. The bedside clock blared as I tossed old mascara into the overflowing garbage can. Mom’s morning drum ritual played seconds later on my bedroom door.

“Mia Coventon! If you think I’m going to let you keep this up and skip school again, you are in big trouble young-”

One hand grabbed my bulging backpack while the other tugged my keys from the plastic hook near the light switch. I closed my eyes to avoid the smirk of my own reflection.

Keep laughing…I’ll make it through today. No one will ever know the difference. I’m too perfect to let that slip.

I opened the door, pasting a perky smile on my face. “Morning, Mom!” I dropped a light kiss on her cheek and headed for the stairs.

“Mia?” She hurried after me. “Are you…where are you going?”

“School, of course.” I flashed another smile, snatching a waffle from the toaster. “Don’t wanna be late! Cheers!”

I was out of the kitchen and in my car by the time she came to the front window. Her half-hearted wave betrayed her bewilderment as I pulled out of the driveway.

Professor Engle looked up when I entered the classroom and shut his mouth when I flashed a smile and dropped a slip of paper on his desk. His gazed lingered a half-second longer before he returned to the explanation of different mathematical signs.

“A word, Mia?” He murmured on my way out of class.

I stopped, waiting. “Yes?”

“Is everything all right?”

“Sure.” I shrugged. “Why?”

His gray eyebrows mushed together. “It’s not in my place to ask, but if you’re not serious about your educ-”

“I am. Don’t worry-thanks!” I wiggled my fingers in a wave and darted out into the hall.

The scene repeated itself through different classes. Wearing a suit attracted more attention than black, baggy sweats.

I took a window seat in the cafeteria, to sit in the sunshine. It was out of character for the old Mia, but not for the new one. Sunlight didn’t bother the new Mia.

The new Mia was on time for classes, took a nice seat in the cafeteria and ate a salad of sprouts with limp lettuce.

Hours blurred by and soon I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. Home was welcome, but the darkness was not. I could run all day and still return to the same mess I was hours before.

Shadows seeped out from the doorway as I turned the knob and reality faded. “Hello, Mia.” I told the mirror, dropping the backpack on the desk chair. “Didja have a good day today?”

Copyright 2008

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Jan Ackerson 08/22/08
Very effective article that should be especially interesting to teen girls.

Mia seemed younger than 22, which I assume would be a graduate student at a university--still at home and answering to her mother, for example. I wonder if it'd work better if she were a high school student, or even an undergrad.

Really good job at capturing the "mask" that many young women wear to cover their agony.
Sunny Loomis 08/25/08
Very good story of a young woman who puts on a facade for the world. Nice descriptions. Good job.
Cheri Hardaway 08/25/08
You've captured the heart of a hurting young woman beautifully, and it's a charade every person plays at one time or another. Nice work. Blessings, Cheri
Yvonne Blake 08/25/08
So sad...yes, part of the disease of anorexia is the deceiving and lying and pretending all is well.
Very well written.
LaNaye Perkins08/27/08
I don't know where to begin. This entry touched me deeply and I loved how well you expressed the emotions of this young lady. You did a great job my faithwriter friend.
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/27/08
You painted a picture with words that made me see very clearly the young woman and her facade. Excellent writing.
Betty Castleberry08/27/08
Good characterization of your MC. This is well written, too.
Beth LaBuff 08/27/08
I like the description of "Mom's morning drum ritual played on her bedroom door." Your ending paragraph is a jaw-dropper. Excellent work with this story! This is perfect for the topic. Wow!
Patricia Turner08/27/08
You really captured the angst and agony of sadly, many young women these days. Hope Mia goes on to find the One who can fill that hole in her heart. Wonderful writing!
LauraLee Shaw08/27/08
Oh, this is so good. And a message that needs to be heard. So well done!
Pamela Kliewer08/27/08
You captured this charade well. How many hurting young women are out there with whom we cross paths every day, and don't even realize. Thanks for making me think... Good job.

By the way, my daughter is 22 and still lives at home and I've had to wake her up a time or two so she's not late for class. I think some young women 'bloom late' as I get might have been the case with your MC, especially if she's dealing with emotional issues.

Pamela Kliewer08/27/08
I meant to say you captured the topic of charade well...
Joy Faire Stewart08/27/08
The discriptive writing is so vivid your reader can feel the MC's very sad emotions.
Joanney Uthe08/27/08
Great characterization of your MC. Thanks for exposing this charade.