Pansy Parkinson was positive that being thirteen was the end of the world. Here she was, all thick thighs and budding breasts and bleeding once a month for a week. Her mother told her that she was becoming a woman, but Pansy was positive she was actually turning into the notorious Big Foot. After all, not only was she now lumpy and a bit on the fat side, but she also had hair in places it certainly didn’t belong and it was growing like mad.
And her feet really were abnormally large, she was sure of it. She even secretly thought she could run away and be a clown, they were so freaking big.
At least her best friend was along for the ride to hell that everyone else called puberty. Though said certain best friend sure had been ignoring her lately. She wondered what was up with that. It probably had something to do with the fact that whenever they walked to school together anymore, snot-nosed Draco Malfoy stood at his fence and obnoxiously sang: Pansy and Weasel sitting a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
Pansy hated Draco Malfoy.
Her best friend, Ron Weasley, hated him too.
So, really, it didn’t make any sense that Ron was ignoring her just because Malfoy was a jerk. Maybe the problem was Pansy’s new boobs and not Malfoy. Pansy’d caught him staring at Lavender Brown’s the other day and when Pansy’d asked him what he thought was so great about them, he’d just stared at her like she crazy until she pointed out that she had them too. Then he’d turn so red his freckles had disappeared.
Come to think about it, that was the last time she’d talked to him. Ugh. Stupid redheaded boys and stupid growing boobs and stupid
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Absolutely Dreadful
Date: 2005-09-30 04:48 pm (UTC)Pansy Parkinson was positive that being thirteen was the end of the world. Here she was, all thick thighs and budding breasts and bleeding once a month for a week. Her mother told her that she was becoming a woman, but Pansy was positive she was actually turning into the notorious Big Foot. After all, not only was she now lumpy and a bit on the fat side, but she also had hair in places it certainly didn’t belong and it was growing like mad.
And her feet really were abnormally large, she was sure of it. She even secretly thought she could run away and be a clown, they were so freaking big.
At least her best friend was along for the ride to hell that everyone else called puberty. Though said certain best friend sure had been ignoring her lately. She wondered what was up with that. It probably had something to do with the fact that whenever they walked to school together anymore, snot-nosed Draco Malfoy stood at his fence and obnoxiously sang: Pansy and Weasel sitting a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
Pansy hated Draco Malfoy.
Her best friend, Ron Weasley, hated him too.
So, really, it didn’t make any sense that Ron was ignoring her just because Malfoy was a jerk. Maybe the problem was Pansy’s new boobs and not Malfoy. Pansy’d caught him staring at Lavender Brown’s the other day and when Pansy’d asked him what he thought was so great about them, he’d just stared at her like she crazy until she pointed out that she had them too. Then he’d turn so red his freckles had disappeared.
Come to think about it, that was the last time she’d talked to him. Ugh. Stupid redheaded boys and stupid growing boobs and stupid