The thought of what’s ahead of you leaves a sick feeling in your stomach. Soon you’re going to go from preppy teenage girl to speck of dust and then nothing in a matter of days. You’re going to die before ever going to prom, which at this moment doesn’t seem that important compared to what else was going on. You wanted to go back to see the doctor, beg her for a cure or anything to keep you from shrinking, but she had already told you there was no hope of reversing what you had. All she could do was study you until you die and hopefully figure out how this happened in a year or so. You didn’t have a year to wait, you didn’t even have a month, all you had was less then a week.
You had come here alone, thinking it was a waste of time to drag your parents here when all you were suffering from was a few lost inches. Now, you wish they were here so you didn’t have to go home and explain this to them. God, that was going to be uncomfortable. Mom, dad, I’m going to shrink to nothing in a few days and die, don’t give my room to my little sister, she’ll wreck it. Maybe you wouldn’t say those exact words to them, but that was the jist of it. You also wish you had them here for support because you need it more now then ever before. You’ve never felt more alone until this moment in time.
Getting onto the bus that would take you home, you walk past the happy huddled people. You hate the fact that none of them are shrinking and they all have some kind of future. You’d give anything to change places with any of them, go from the shrinking teenage girl to anyone else in the world. You’d give up your beauty, your family, everything you had or ever could have just to not be dying. Your wishes go unanswered and you find an empty seat at the back of the bus. Looking at your reflection in the window, you wonder if all those hours primping and preening were worth it. You’re the epiphany of beauty, long flowing blond locks, perfect visage, and a killer body that has every boy in school drooling over you. It all seemed pointless now that your life was ending. You weren’t even going to leave a corpse for people to see.
You had to rethink everything now, your life as you know it is over and you only had a short time to enjoy what you have left. You wanted to say goodbye to all your friends, maybe bury the hatchet with a few of the less popular girls at school that you had bullied. Reflecting on your life you see that you weren’t always a good person. Anyone that wasn’t considered popular in your school was considered a target for your teasing and put downs. Many girls had run to the bathroom crying because of something you’ve said. When you looked back at it, you’d been cruel to a lot of people, your own sisters included. You had to make it up to them as well before you dyed if you were to go with no regrets.
So many things you had to fix in such a short time, maybe you shouldn’t go home and instead try and put your affairs in order. So many people to say goodbye to and make settle up with, you stared doubting if you should go home. Maybe it would be better to deal with the other matters before confronting your family with the grim news?
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