Once again, I am motivated to produce, knowing that deadlines come even faster based on time zones in India and that the Linky will be locked in no time!
I thought I'd better get in gear and do Wordy Wednesday, especially since it's my prompt this week.
I had fun writing this, remembering the turbulent teen years where you could be an emotional wreck one moment and in a state of bliss the next. Emotions were so heightened and raw and you felt like the whole world was scrutinizing you, looking at every flaw, which they weren't of course. You often felt insecure about friendships, worried about being slighted or cast aside for someone more interesting. I constantly fluctuated between admiration and jealousy towards my best friend who was so much more outgoing than me and more popular with the boys. I was so shy I didn't even have a boyfriend as a teenager.
As a teen, everything was such a huge deal and a major crisis from what clothes you wore, to how you wore your hair, to that zit on your chin. Honestly! I think back now on how silly I was and the stupid things I worried about.
If only I could go back now and tell my teen self to relax and enjoy myself more instead of fretting over every little thing, blowing it all out of proportion.
This week's Wordy Wednesday prompt was the phrase:
I would never forgive her for what she'd done.
I would never forgive her for what she’d done. My friend Stacey had a lot of nerve sneaking off with my boyfriend, Tim at my birthday party. They’d been gone for ages.
I pictured them in a dark corner kissing and laughing about how gullible I was. How could I be so stupid? I should have seen the signs. I didn’t even want to look at my phone. They had probably posted about their new relationship and plastered Facebook with tons of selfies by now. I hated them both.
How I wished I could hide in my bedroom and forget all about this horrible day. Even in this noisy, crowded room, I felt completely alone. Angry tears welled up in my eyes. This was the worst birthday party ever.
Sometime later, Tim and Stacey appeared. They each carried one side of a huge decorated birthday cake with “Happy Birthday, Kayla!” written on it. Sixteen flickering candles threatened to set off the smoke alarm.
Everyone started to sing Happy Birthday as they placed the cake on the table.
“Happy Birthday, Kayla!” Tim said, putting his arm around me. He kissed my cheek and handed me a colourful gift bag.
I gazed at the beautiful cake in amazement. Taking a deep breath, I blew out the candles and everyone cheered.
“Thanks, guys,” I said, wiping away happy tears. I smiled at Tim and Stacey.
This was the best birthday party ever.