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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hmph! (03/04/10)

TITLE: Whatever
By Phee Paradise
03/08/10


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“You gotta be kidding. Ick” Amy’s freckled nose wrinkled and her eyes squinted.

Kayla shook her head and looked down at her new French manicure. “I know. I can’t believe they still do it. It’s so disgusting. What is everyone going to say?”

“Don’t tell.”

“Mom already told everyone at the parents meeting last night. Why didn’t they think about me for once?”

“They were thinking about free babysitting.”

Dropping her plastic spoon on the tray, Kayla stared at the carton of yogurt; thoughts of dirty diapers had driven away her appetite. She picked up a napkin and wiped her hands, as if she could wipe away the bad news.

“My dad told me I have to help around the house more. Mom’s always tired and, yuck, she throws up every morning. Dad made me clean the bathroom. I almost puked.”

“Eeww.” Amy wrinkled her nose again.

Kayla reached for the spoon and swirled it in the yogurt. “She can’t eat anything. Why would anyone want to get pregnant?

“I know. My cousin’s so big she can’t see her feet.” Amy stuck her foot out and admired her zebra stripe flip flop.

“All I can say is that they’d better not expect me to quit cheerleading.” Kayla put her hands up to pull the elastic out of her highlighted hair and twist it into a new knot. “Not that it matters. No boy is going to be interested in me now.”

“I know, what’re you going to do on dates? Watch Diego and Dora?”

“Oh no! Do you think I’ll smell like puke all the time?” She pulled a tube of strawberry lip gloss out of her pocket and spread it carefully across her lips.

“Please. Even I won’t hang out with you if you do.”

“My life is ruined. I can’t believe they’re so selfish.” Kayla jumped up and smoothed her Diva jeans, putting the gloss back into the pocket. She swung her Kate Spade bag over her shoulder and picked up the tray with the unfinished yogurt. “I better get to class. Mom’s taking me to the mall after school, wanna come?”


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/11/10
So typically teen-aged. That selfish stage is worse than the terrible twos. You did a good job describing it.
AnneRene' Capp 03/15/10
Engaging interaction between two teenage girls and descriptively accurate. Your dialogue kept my attention. The ending left me hanging a bit, as I would have liked to have seen the mother and daughter interact at the mall, coming to a better understanding of what each was going through. :)
Sarah Elisabeth 03/18/10
Congrats on your 6th place, Phee!