Hot Wax

SOL #17

Hot Wax

March 18, 09

“Laura , you agree to let Ines inherit all you green, brown, and blue possessions along with the t-shirts and pants that she wishes to take?” Mariana requested thoroughly,

“Yes.” Laura agreed, she sounded as if she were in pain.

“Laura , you agree to let Marian inherit all you red, pink, and yellow possessions along with the mini-skirts and tank-tops that she wishes to take?” I asked demandingly,

“Yes.” She approved, now sounding more like panic.

“Laura,” I asked concerned,

“Yeah?” She answered, her voice shaky.

“I know this will sound corny. But I…I…” I said hesitantly,

“Oh, just spit it out! I’m dieing anyway!” She commanded, I took a deep breath.

“I just think you’re really brave in doing this when you don’t know if it’s going to work.” I replied, “I really hope it does.”

“It’s ready,” Mariana announced, Laura took a deep breath. “We can still turn around.” Mariana whispered.

“No, you know I have to do this, it’s my only hope.” She pointed out. Then she a sucked in a jumbo-sized load of air and held it. Mariana reassured her hands on the dry material… Riiiiiiiip!!!! …The sound was piercing; it said PAIN in big bold letters. But the noise that followed that one was even more agonizing, Laura’s scream.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” her scream penetrating that air around us. Next, Mariana and I were laughing, Laura – after all the pain – was crying a loud sob. Mariana held up the thick layer of dried-up wax that was contaminated by Laura’s little hairs. Laura’s tan face was now violet and a couple of tears ran down her cheeks.

“You think it’ll work?” Mariana doubted,

“IT BETTER! If that boy doesn’t notice me when I go to school tomorrow, I’ll choke him in lunch!” She screamed out.

“That was what this was all about? Impressing a boy?!” I demanded, pointing at the piece of dried wax,

“What? He’s hot!” Laura answered.

“Crazy, isn’t she?” Mariana teased,

“Laura, no offence but. You’re giving me a bad example of what to do with my life when I’m 13.” I said in a shame-on-you voice. She rolled her eyes.

“When you turn 13, you’ll understand.” She said, defending herself.

“You said that same thing we were 11 and you were 12. And Ines still didn’t get you when she turned 12.” Mariana retorted.

“Well, what ever. We’ll see if he likes it or not.” Laura muttered.

“Oh, come on! Give us a smile! I’ll bet he’ll love it!” Mariana optimized. Those are my friends, I thought.