After class, Stefanie and I were hanging around the school hallway when we overheard some boys bantering outside the locker room. We ignored it at first but when I heard them mention me, I became curious. Staying behind a wall, I took a peek. I could see who was laughing at my expense. It was Scott, the boy I liked since junior high. And he was making fun of my looks in front of his friends. I was shocked. How could he? Feeling miserable, I burst into tears. Before it got worse, I ran across the school yard leaving Stefanie standing there unsure of what to do.
I was so mad that I continued running until I reached my favourite spot, a stream behind my house. Heartbroken, I immediately slumped on the ground. While wallowing in self-pity, I was suddenly distracted by a bird flying wildly above the stream. Chirping loudly, the bird flew down and dipped itself into the stream. Minutes passed before the bird emerged from the water. Amazingly, right before my eyes, was the most beautiful bird I’d ever seen!
Rubbing my eyes in disbelief, I walked towards the stream trying to get a closer look but the bird flew off. Intrigued, I crouched down and scooped some stream water into my hands. Curious as to what kind of miracle the water held, I took a tentative sip. When nothing happened, I slurped some more. Excited, I waited. Still nothing happened. However, as I was about to sit down, my body felt heavy. Moments later, darkness enveloped me. When I opened my eyes, I was on my bed with Stefanie staring at me. Strange; when did I return to the house?
“You fainted. Maybe it’s because of the heat. What were you thinking, taking off like that?” Stefanie’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts.
Still groggy, I choked out, “Oh, Stef, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you behind. It was over Scott. I heard him say something hurtful and I just lost it.”
“Forget about him. He’s a snob. I don’t know what you ever saw in him, anyway.”
Then Stefanie abruptly piped up, “Wait a minute. Sara, you seem a bit different.”
“What do you mean, different?”
Recalling what happened at the stream, I jumped off the bed and was in front of the mirror in a flash. The face I saw staring back at me left me speechless. Stefanie was right. I did look different. Amazed, I touched my face. Unable to take my eyes off my own reflection, I marvelled at my face. I didn’t have a single pimple. My eyes, nose, lips and hair looked different too. I still looked like me but a prettier version of me. As the enormity of what happened hit, I jumped up and down with joy.
“Calm down, Sara! Just tell me what happened,” Stefanie demanded. “What did you do to become like this? What… uh…”
Stefanie couldn’t even finish her words. It was obvious, she was having difficulty wrapping her head around my new look.
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