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I grew up in a One Horse Town... Actually, no, I take that back. It wasn't even a One Horse Town. It was like a Half A Horse Town. The Mayor was the Vet and my school Principal owned the gas station and cafe which was prepetually coated in a layer of grease and there was always one donut in the revolving glass case on the countertop. My Mother ran the post office and knew everyones business (You can open a letter with a steam iron.. I bet you didn't know that.) and Daddy and Uncle Joseph were the propriators of the only grocery store in 10 miles.
Life couldn't have been better... And then I turned 13. When you're 12 and in a Half A Horse Town, everything seems big and amazing, and it is all at your fingertips. What a difference a year can make. One minute you're running down mainstreet with your cousins in indian costumes (Our Thanksgiving was never very politically correct.) and the next you're stuffing your bra with kleenex
And flirting ineptly with the cashier at your daddy's store. I was an awkward bloomer, growing too fast in some places. I had too much arms, too much legs and just too much everywhere. Hair began to grop places it hadn't before and my brothers made crude jokes about me being a monkey. I didn't laugh. My mother told me that I was Blooming into a Beautiful Flower. I asked which flower grew thick hair under it's leaves. None I had heard of.
Maybe in Africa. They'd be sure to have wierd flowers there!
And then came the day I will never forget. It was August 15th. Hotter than a two dollar pistol. Even the sky seemed to sweat. I had worn my brand new white cotton pedalpusher pants and white sandals. Walking down mainstreet, I felt an intense pain in my stomach before feeling something ooze down my leg.. OH GOD, I was bleeding! I must be dying! Oh God! I need to make out a will! I ran home as fast as I could, crying all the way.
Mother met me at the door and gasped, seeing my accident. She told me that in fact, I wasn't dying, but going though the change of BECOMING A WOMAN.
I was not pleased with this change and maintained that I didn't need to become a woman if it meant bleeding from between my legs every month.
That was drabble I wrote like.. 10 minutes ago. I want everyone to tell me what they thought of it!!!
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 .Strawberry.Hormones. · Sun Jun 24, 2007 @ 03:04am · 7 Comments |
