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17/10/2012 Sally Prue http://www.sallyprue.co.uk/

I look at myself in the gloomy depths of the mirror. I'm not tall, and I'm quite skinny, but even with my toes bunched up my feet are too long to fit into a pair of glass slippers. I have grown my hair as long as I can, but instead of resembling a waterfall of gold, or the tossing waves of the midnight ocean, I know it looks more like something you’d find hanging from the belly of a beige yak.

I sigh, and turn to the woman behind me.  She is dressed in a suit from the most boring clothes store in the city, but the hard sparkle in her silver eyes gives her away.

I bring the glass tube out of my pocket and hold it out to her. The stuff inside is glowing red. Deep, deep red.

‘I need to be beautiful,’ I blurt out. ‘Do it!’

 

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Comment by Jan Radford on October 17, 2012 at 2:37

I watch as her bare, skinny hands grip on the glass tube. I shiver as her poorly manicured fingers brush against my hand; I sense a feeling of ugliness, the feeling I get when I look at my face. I begin to have second thoughts on this as I peer into her mysterious pure black eyes. A frightened feeling falls upon me as she opens the glowing red tube. With a smirk on her face, (the first emotion I have seen on her face all day) she asks with a low but booming voice, “Are you sure this is what you want, young one”?

I take one final gulp, I manage to spit out a quiet: “Yes”. 

She says a quick, quiet chant, but I am confused as to what she was saying as I couldn’t understand. Her smirk became larger sending a shockwave of chills down my spine. I realize that a red cloud, deep in colour has started forming around me. It starts around my feet and creeps up higher and higher until I am completely surrounded by a thick cloud.  The pit in my stomach is now unbelievably large and I feel as though I have just entered into a world of trouble…

 

Natalie Mansour

Melissa Toohill

 

St Agnes Catholic High School, Rooty Hill, NSW, Australia

 

 

Comment by Angela Hall on October 17, 2012 at 4:09

My fingertips tingle and my nails beds tighten; I feel my feet doing the same. My scalp feels like it’s on fire, like someone has poured a bucket of burning acid onto my head. The muscles in my legs begin to shift and stretch at a pace that my skin cannot keep up with. Everything is changing. I open my eyes and look around the small damp room. I can see the red cloud beginning to settle on the scratched wooden floor boards. The woman is nowhere to be seen, vanished without a sound. As I take a shaky step I catch the reflection of an unrecognisable figure. She has long skinny legs, petit hands, small feet, vibrant blue eyes that sparkle like sapphires and, best of all, a perfect waterfall of gold hair. The person I’ve always dreamed of becoming is now a reality.

After a week I am finally beginning to get used to this flawless body of mine. I am sitting in the cafeteria with all the popular girls who assumed that my transformation was plastic surgery, as that is normal amongst these girls. All of a sudden I start to feel as if I am going to be sick. I jump up out of my seat and sprint to the nearest bathroom. I begin to tremble. My mouth is frothing and my eyes feel as if they’re going to pop out of my head. Everything is whirring around me; what is happening to me?

Joanna Bell and Bella Backwell

Lauriston, Melbourne Australia

Comment by Eve Westwood on October 17, 2012 at 8:48

Curiously, I peer down to see my golden, glossy hair falling into a beautiful pile at my feet. Desperately, I claw at my shriveled scalp were I find a single  greasy, grey hair. Whimpering I fall helplessly to my knees and peer down helplessly as my smooth tan skin loosen into a wrinkly blanket covering my body. My legs feel weak and withered and our no longer sleek and agile. “W-what’s happening to me? I-I’m meant to be beautiful”, I stutter out, my lip quivering at every word. My topaz, sparkling eyes became the color of sloshy snow which you want to shovel up and throw away; my plump rosy lips become thin and covered in slime. When I try and scream my throat ceases up and a painful croak comes out instead. I stare up trying to see through the fuzzy haze that has become my eye sight. I saw the outline of a woman and if I try to focus see cold, sparkling metallic eyes staring down greedily at me.

By Elizabeth, Rhian, Jade. The International school of Toulouse,8C,8C and 9W, France

Comment by Adam Lancaster on October 17, 2012 at 9:41

“Foolish girl...”

I tried to scream; no sound came.

“You will never escape now. There was a chance, but you lost it.”

I could not feel a thing, not even pain. My soul began to seep away. Laughter echoed, distorted and wavering.

I woke up. I rushed to the mirror. Still beautiful. But someting was wrong. The dream slipped away, I reached out as if to grab it back. It was gone.

Lauren, Steph, Maisey

Comment by Anne-Lise Robin on October 17, 2012 at 10:40

I was distracted by my dream all day, couldn't shake it from my thoughts.  After settling comfortably into my new skin I was now totally paranoid about the reprisal that might occur.  Running my fingers through my golden hair I could almost feel it coming away in clumps....but no, no it wasn't, it was all still there.  I was still beautiful.

I racked my brain. Had the woman said anything to me before I left?  What had I promised in my dispair? The whole meeting seemed a dream and I was stuggling to remember what had actually happened.  In fact, now I thought about it,  I was struggling to recall lots of details about my former self.  What was my favourite food?  What was the name of my first pet?  When was my cousin's birthday?  The entirety of my life before being beautiful seemed fadded in my mind - as if I could see it, but only just, blurred around the edges and lacking the details.

Perhaps this was the price I paid for my appearance:  a whole new me, a new person, new reality. But I hadn't been unhappy with who I was as a person I thought, I only wanted beauty.  Is this really waht I had signed up for? 

Comment by Adrian Thompson Laisterdyke UK on October 17, 2012 at 12:43

Did I do a mistake with my life, what did I do. I know what I’ve done I’ve killed myself from the inside. I was trembling all day thinking about the mystifying woman the person who persuaded me to change my life. But why did I? I spent the next few days in my room; I was alone with nobody beside me. I didn’t know what to do with my life, I made two options for myself to die on the spot or starve to death. Is this what I really wanted? According to my feeling’s now this is something I suggest no one to attempt. All this beauty and gorgeousness has destroyed me. I want to get out of this but how!

 

How do I get out of this life of misery? I will find a way to straighten my life without using blood red potions and meeting weird strangers. My brain was so out of control I couldn’t remember anything I asked myself ‘what’s my name ‘I couldn’t commit to memory. My head is spinning round and round, my arms tingling, my skin burning as if a bag of toxic being thrown on my pale skin. I PASSED OUT.

 

Simra, Kynaat, Iqra and Humayra (Laisterdyke)

Comment by Allison Painich on October 18, 2012 at 14:59

When I woke up, I was in a very dark room.  I did not recognize anything, but all I saw was a mirror and a woman in teh suit with a bloody face and a scar.  From deep within my body, I felt something come out of me.  I looked in the mirror and something was horribly wrong.  I don't see myself.  I see the woman in the suit.  Suddenly, I see her coming out of my body.  She touches me on the neck, and I hear her voice.  She said, "Give me your soul and keep your beauty....or you'll die."  I refused to give her my soul and realized I made a mistake.  I felt by heart stop beating and I knew that was a bad choice.  DAH! DAH! DAH!

 

Andy, Jaime, Brianna, Shawn

PS 4 NYC, NY

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