Perfect MAG

February 10, 2009
By Kelsey Hill BRONZE, State University, Arkansas
Kelsey Hill BRONZE, State University, Arkansas
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The eyeliner makes the dark circles less pronounced. The lip gloss hides the trembling. The ponytail conceals missing patches of hair. The Abercrombie sweater covers bruises. I might look at bit thinner, but everyone will ask about my new diet. My hair might not shine the way it used to, but the pink ribbon will distract curious eyes. One hour of preparation and I look like myself. One hour of preparation and no one will know. One hour out of 24. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it – wasting a twenty-fourth of my day on a lie. But then I see my wispy hair and baggy eyes, and I have to do it.

Checking my makeup one last time, I push my sleeves up, though not past my elbows. I slip on a cute pair of flats – heels are too dangerous with shaky legs – and grab my Hollister bag. Padding downstairs, I inhale the scent of waffles and syrup.

“Morning, Mom,” I call.

“Morning, baby,” she chirps. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have been.”

She sighs, and her eyes look a hundred years old for a minute. “Any improvement is good,” she says half-heartedly.

“Of course.”

“I made waffles.” Her offering.

“Thanks, Mom. Smells delicious.” My offering.

I sit at the table and she hands me a plate. The thought of all that food turns my stomach, but I force a smile and thank my mother again. She busies herself at the sink and fills the silence with chatter. When she turns around, she takes in the waffles still on my plate, only missing a few bites. I smile apologetically.

“I’m not very hungry this morning.”

“You’ll need your strength for this afternoon.” She bites her lip. She doesn’t like to bring it up over breakfast. I eat another bite.

“I packed your lunch.”

“I’m 18, Mom. I can pack my own lunch. You have more important things to do.”

She reaches for the paper sack. “But now I know you’ll have something to eat. And you need to eat, okay? You have to keep your strength up.”

Sighing, I take the bag. I know this peanut butter and jelly sandwich won’t be eaten, not any more than the one yesterday or the day before. And even if I do eat it, I’ll just throw it up later. Anything consumed after 11 ends up in a plastic basin at 4:07. It’s just the way it works.

“Hon, have you thought about what I said the other day?” she asks.

I shrug noncommittally.

“Sweetheart, you can’t hide this forever. Eventually you’re going to miss school and people will start asking questions.”

“Mom, I have two months left of high school. I can make it ’til then. I’m class president and probably valedictorian. I was voted ‘Most popular,’ ‘Most fun to be around,’ ‘Best smile,’ and ‘Most likely to succeed.’ I’m the girl who’s got it all together. People don’t want to know that the girl who’s got it all together, doesn’t have it all together. People don’t want to know that girl is dying!”

“Honey, don’t say that. You’re not dying.”

“Yes, I am. I have cancer. You heard Dr. Morrison. I have maybe a year left. But that means I can graduate and then never see those people again. I’ll die and they’ll feel sorry for me, but at least I won’t have to endure their pity.”

“But …,” she tries to interrupt.

“Mom, listen to me. I don’t want to be the girl everyone looks at and whispers, ‘Look at her. Poor thing, she has cancer.’ I can’t handle that. I want to be normal. Just for these last two months.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay. Just remember, it’s okay if you don’t have it all together. Sometimes things just fall apart and there’s nothing we can do.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I grab my bag and lunch and kiss her on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” my mom replies. This exchange, once taken for granted, is now a vital part of every morning, every afternoon, every night. Three little words, followed by four more, have come to mean more than an entire conversation. They bridge all gaps and disagreements, because we both know there is now a finite number left.

Keys in hand, I open the door and blink in the early morning sun. My silver car waits in the driveway and as I walk toward it, I check my reflection in the tinted window. Perfect.



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on Nov. 7 2014 at 6:20 pm
ScreenName098 GOLD, New York City, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." -Dr. Seuss

This was such a captivating and intriguing piece! Great job. I really liked how you made the fact that the narrator had cancer rather subtly so it wasn't so predictable. I found it pretty emotional

Damariono said...
on Oct. 28 2014 at 8:39 am
Wow she uses stuff to cover up her cancer and she has everything going good for her

on Oct. 12 2014 at 3:31 pm
OfficialIzzyColon BRONZE, St.Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Do something other than killing time. Because time is killing you."

Great story! I loved how you created a charecter that I cared so much for in so few words. Your writing reminded me of A.S. King's (one of my favorite YA authors).

on Oct. 7 2014 at 5:39 pm
im sad that i want to read more. (< dont make any sense but still :) ).

on Sep. 26 2014 at 10:12 pm
beAWESOMEstayAWESOME BRONZE, New York City, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Work hard in silence and let your accomplishments make the noise."

You are an amazing writer! You know how to capture the readers attention and make the reader want to keep reading. At the end I was sad because it ended and I wanted to read more. 

on Sep. 21 2014 at 12:42 am
AppleCakePie BRONZE, Los Altos, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The brightest smiles hold the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. The kindest hearts have felt the most pain.

yeah, that's what I thought too...

on Sep. 18 2014 at 10:18 am
carissathestoryteller GOLD, Bremen, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
Remember... that each child is a separate person. Yours forever, but never fully yours. She can never be all you wished or wanted or all you know she could be. But she will be a better human being if you can let her be herself. ~Stella Chess

This is gorgeous. I'm floored by your understanding of why and how people hide things. Great story.

on Sep. 10 2014 at 10:48 pm
lauraxin SILVER, Livingston, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Absolutely beautiful. I'm in awe.

on Sep. 2 2014 at 12:40 pm
amazing/ it was awsome and super fun time says awsome and best storie ever    

on Sep. 2 2014 at 12:38 pm
amazing/ it was awsome  

on Sep. 2 2014 at 12:37 pm
amazing  

on Sep. 2 2014 at 12:36 pm
it was ok,it could be better  

on Sep. 2 2014 at 12:36 pm
it was ok  

on Sep. 2 2014 at 12:34 pm
hay seth  

on Aug. 22 2014 at 6:58 pm
AutumnMoon BRONZE, Lebanon, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us." -Cassandra Clare

This was truly beautiful.

on Aug. 16 2014 at 4:37 pm
Pamezquita1233 BRONZE, Clemmons, North Carolina
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really amazing :)

on Jun. 25 2014 at 7:58 pm
skiesandpiano, Needham, Massachusetts
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This is fantastic! I loved the way you slowly made the audience realize that the speaker had cancer, and the little details that develop the characters.

on Jun. 19 2014 at 10:09 pm
wallflower14love, Santa Clarita, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Work hard, play hard, and be kind." -Harry Styles

This is really good and touching!

on Jun. 5 2014 at 12:18 am
SabrinaFaire SILVER, Odenville, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
"You aren't going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on ME." Alaska Young

You truly have a way with words! It makes you think of the fact that sometimes the person who looks like they have it all together, is also the person that truly has it all falling apart. I love the idea and the bounce of your words. It's AMAZING. 

on Apr. 8 2014 at 9:46 pm
emahoney BRONZE, Providence, Rhode Island
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Favorite Quote:
"Never regret anything because at one point it was exactly what you wanted."

This is a very powerful and compelling story, I loved it!




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